"You are him..." she murmured these four words as if she found it amusing, "You... were always him..."
"Yes, I have always been," he didn't argue, slowly extending his hand towards her, speaking softly, "So you don't need to come here to visit the grave anymore, don't need to be sad about his death—because he didn't die, he is standing right in front of you now."
Luo Qiangwei looked at him.
But she didn't hide anymore.
His hand reached out in front of her, gently wrapping around her waist.
Mo Shiche took a step forward, enfolding her into his arms, Luo Qiangwei seemed still a bit stunned until she leaned against his chest. She subconsciously reached out to clutch his shirt, instinctively calling out, "Dull Mo..."
Mo Shiche looked down at her pale face, not delving into the name she used, and responded, "Mmm, I'm here."
Luo Qiangwei trembled slightly, though she didn't speak again, she pressed closer against him.
