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Her gaze drifted upwards to that beautiful and delicate face, almost indifferent in expression, with phoenix eyes half-lowered looking at her, her short, choppy hair flecked with snow, flying wildly in the air.
"Momo."
An Ya's eyes immediately moistened as she tightly clutched Mo Shangjun's hand, her tone brimming with excitement.
At that moment, Ni Rou, who had taken a hard fall, mustered the strength to stand up.
She jogged over, intending to thank the "kind soul," but upon seeing Mo Shangjun, she froze instantly.
"How come you are—" here.
She didn't finish her sentence when she noticed that An Ya was holding Mo Shangjun's hand, which was visibly trembling. Observing her expression filled with excitement, reflection, guilt... it seemed that she recognized her.
And above all, she greatly valued the woman before her.
"Be more careful next time," Mo Shangjun advised.
Yet, she didn't forcefully break free from the grasping hand.
