Luo Qiangwei successfully fed him a mouthful, and Mo Shiche still chewed without any expression...
——"
Although his expression was indifferent, his eyes were filled with a determined resolve.
Not bad.
Even learning to use a face and body just like Mo Shiche's to threaten her—did she seem to care so much and find it so hard to part with?
It seemed... she did.
She truly found it hard to let go, an Achilles heel she couldn't hide—her reluctance to part with him.
He was now Muo Huangnian, the one who liked Sheng Miao and detested her—but none of these mattered as much as the fact that he was in Mo Shiche's body.
At least he was still alive.
Being alive was enough; there was hope.
She was a bit dazed until Mo Shiche, with Sheng Miao in his arms, started walking out.
Behind him, the woman's voice was husky and cool, "Muo Huangnian,"
