Mu Zhenzhen looked at him, fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly tugged at the corners of her mouth, her smile cold and sarcastic.
"What is it that you really don't want? To come out, or to return to my side?"
Mo Xingyuan's voice was hoarse to the extreme, just like his current appearance, marked by haggardness and the signs of time.
"Mo Xingyuan, you're asking knowingly." Mu Zhenzhen's smile faded, her brows and eyes turned icy cold.
"It seems you do not wish to return to my side." As if expected, not a trace of surprise appeared on Mo Xingyuan's face.
Instead, it was as though he breathed a sigh of relief, when he looked at Mu Zhenzhen, a faint smile emerged in his eyes.
The smile was somewhat bitter, but more than that, it seemed like he was letting go.
Mu Zhenzhen had never seen such a look in his eyes and instantly became somewhat skeptical.
What was Mo Xingyuan up to?
