Leng Yinian leans on Mo Shaoting's arms. That sense of reality is real, so familiar with the breath, so familiar with the man.

He's back, right beside her.

"Thank you, thank you for coming back." Accompany me.

The last two words of Leng Yinian swallowed back. Perhaps she knew that she was doing so now, which was not so fair to Mo Shaoting. However, some feelings had begun to sprout in her heart and she had to admit it.

Even though she's still scared and upset, she's willing to accept it.

Mo Shaoting smiled softly. Maybe he was right to come back this time.

Leng Yinian is willing to open...