With one look, she saw Gu Xuanye approaching head-on, her steps subconsciously halting.
It seemed that the words this man had said to her not long ago were still lingering in her ears — "Since you're going to be on stage, put on a good performance for me. You're my woman, don't embarrass me!"
The palpitations were still there.
Mo Qiansu watched the man getting closer and closer, her heartbeat quickening.
Gu Xuanye stopped in front of her, his tall and erect figure instantly shielding more than half of her from view, the propeller's cold wind scraping by.
"Tonight…"
"Murong…"
Both started speaking at the same time.
"You go first," Mo Qiansu deferred to him.
Gu Xuanye didn't stand on ceremony and said directly, "Murong Qiong is okay now. She can be discharged after staying here for half a month, you don't need to worry."
His tone was neither cold nor warm. Yet to Mo Qiansu, it rippled through her heart, stirring circles of warmth.
