The person on the bed had already been guided by Ji Nan to look over.
But Mo Shu's vision was a blur, she could only see a vague silhouette, a shadow stretching out, looking at her against the light.
Mo Shu couldn't recognize who it was and heard Ji Nan's voice: "It's Young Master Yu, have you forgotten?"
"Is it..." Mo Shu looked at that blurry figure, "Then why doesn't he come over..."
If it were him, why wouldn't he come over?
If it were him, he would eagerly rush over, scoop her up, and hold her like a treasured jewel.
She is his princess.
How could he bear to let her feel so sad?
Mo Shu glanced, then turned her head back, "It's not him."
Yu Siqiao was standing right beside her bed, having not moved at all.
Ji Nan felt a stabbing pain in her heart and glared at Yu Siqiao.
Yu Siqiao looked for a while, then quickly left.
Ji Nan settled Mo Shu and quickly chased after, shouting, "You say you are Yu Siqiao, what's your proof?"
