Mo Qi's face was cold and heavy, clearly draped in moonlight, yet carrying a chill.
Leng Muling originally didn't want to inquire too much into his personal affairs, but since he had protected her for so long, there was at least some gratitude. Out of concern, she asked softly, "But... did something happen?"
Mo Qi had grown increasingly mature and reserved, rarely showing such gravity, even furrowing his brow with deep intensity.
When he furrowed his brow in deep thought, it usually meant his heart was very uneasy.
Mo Qi didn't wish to burden her with his own matters, so he didn't intend to tell her.
But being around Leng Muling was when he felt most at ease.
He sat down at the threshold of the terrace, his voice slightly heavy as he began, "When I don't know how to face someone, I tend to avoid them. But after having a child, avoidance became useless, and I could only face responsibility openly;
