"Rao Rao…"
Fu Ying was about to catch up with Mo Rao some more when he realized that she had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Looking at Mo Rao's face, Fu Ying smiled and reached out to brush away her loose hair.
The moonlight illuminated Mo Rao's face, making her look very serene.
Fu Ying couldn't help but think of the mischievous her in the past, the one who always tried to make him happy.
He liked it when she walked around in front of him like a child whenever she bought a new set of clothes while asking him if she looked good in it.
However, he didn't know if he would ever see that side of her again.
The current Mo Rao seemed to have been infected by him. Sometimes, she was aloof and difficult to get close to.
However, Fu Ying felt that she was still the little girl from the past. She was just wearing a cold mask in front of him.
