"Do you mind?" Mo Ting's deep voice rang out in her ear. The two of them were too close to each other, so the hot breath from his mouth landed on Su Yuan's ear. She could not help but tremble. She swore, this was her instinctive reaction.
However, Mo Ting misunderstood. He thought she was afraid of him. Thinking of this, his eyes, which had just regained clarity, instantly surged with blood. The sorrow he felt for this world was getting stronger and stronger. Back then, he should have died with those people. He should have put the poison that killed his mother in their quilts and let them die together. He had never thought that he would be in such a predicament. In the past, the world in his eyes was dark, so he was fearless. But now that he had a lover, he was afraid when his unbearable state was exposed in front of his lover.
