After the screen ended, the Medicine God was dumbfounded and couldn't snap out of it. He couldn't believe that the woman who was shamelessly in another man's arms in the screen just now was Gong Lan, whom he had always cherished. How was this possible? Gong Lan had always been so gentle and demure, only occasionally leaning on his shoulder, never too intimate. How could she be with another man...
Mo Jiuli glanced at the eyes that couldn't accept reality, and her gaze fell on the Purple Seven-Leaf Clover in the White Mist Pool as she asked, "Did you keep it from him all this time because you didn't want Master to be sad?"
