She said she still loved him, yet somehow, looking at her face, he always felt a bit uncomfortable at heart.
That faint smile...
was completely different from before.
Mo Jiashuo slightly pressed his lips together, not knowing what was wrong with himself, feeling a bit flustered inside, unsure of what exactly he wanted to confirm.
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His subordinate called, telling him that Mo Hexuan had returned to his villa in the city.
That villa was the birthday gift he gave to Mo Hexuan on his eighteenth birthday, later serving as Mo Hexuan's permanent residence outside. Mo Jiashuo knew that it was also the place where he and Qin Youxue shared the most memories.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiashuo sighed silently, raised his hand, and rubbed his brow. He accidentally touched the wound that Mo Hexuan had just given him, and frowned from the pain.
