Qin Yuan's whole body was tense.
Mo Jiantao pronounced each word distinctly, "That person, it was you."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yuan's heart was already a frazzled mess, but her face still feigned composure.
She pulled at the corners of her lips and reached out to soothe Mo Jiantao, "Why would you still have such a dream..."
"It was you, wasn't it?" Mo Jiantao gripped Qin Yuan's shoulders, his eyes boring into her, as if afraid to miss the slightest change in her expression.
Qin Yuan's face had long turned pale; she tried to explain, "How could you think that, it's just a dream..."
"It was you!" Mo Jiantao's voice suddenly soared to the verge of breaking, "Wasn't it? Tell me, was it or wasn't it!"
Qin Yuan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but Mo Jiantao insisted, "It was you!"
Qin Yuan grabbed Mo Jiantao's hand, "Jiang Gao, it wasn't me, it really wasn't me, it was Sha Ling, you've known this all along, haven't you?"
