"Sinian, you tell me!" Meng Xi'er clung tightly to Mo Sinian's clothes, asking in a hoarse voice, "didn't you say that as soon as my eyes got better, you would tell me the truth?"
Mo Sinian looked at her fervor, his eyes shimmering with complex emotions.
After a moment, he finally asked, "Xixi, do you hope it's him or not?"
"..." Meng Xi'er was stunned by his question. The hand clutching Mo Sinian's clothes softened slightly, and a hint of confusion passed in her eyes. "I don't know..."
Her heart felt painfully tangled and chaotic.
Mo Sinian looked at Meng Xi'er with a complicated expression. "Some things, sometimes it's a good thing not to know. Xixi," he asked softly, "are you sure you want to know?"
Meng Xi'er paused for a moment and then slowly lifted her head to look at Mo Sinian: "You tell me."
The emotional fragments in her eyes had slowly cooled down. It appeared she had mentally prepared herself.
