She had sought him out to say these words not for the first time.
Countless times over the past three years—most frequently in the first year—she had come to him almost every few days, claiming she had seen Mo Shiche return.
Back then, Luo Qiangwei was severely ill, not physically but mentally.
Longing can be the craziest illness in this world.
Luo Qiangwei shook her head eagerly, this time it was not a dream, not an illusion, and certainly not something she had forced herself to imagine, "It really was him, I saw him..."
Mu Yunshen obviously didn't believe her, his indifferent voice laced with a sneer, "So what if he's back? Aren't you getting quite close to Yan Chu? Do you want to break Shiche's heart again?"
"We're just ordinary friends."
"Is that so? Ordinary friends, huh? You should ask around in Jiang City, and see who doesn't know about Yan Chu's feelings for you."
