Nan Yuesheng's heartbeat suddenly quickened, her heart fluttered as she looked at the man sitting opposite her.
The dining table fell silent.
The two of them were looking at each other.
He was waiting for her answer, and at this moment, Nan Yuesheng didn't know what to say.
"I never thought about... being anything to you..."
She dared not think about it.
His identity versus hers.
Even given ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to entertain the thought.
Xu Mohan didn't continue the topic, "The food is getting cold, let's eat."
Nan Yuesheng continued to eat.
Breakfast ended, and the three of them left together.
Now, when leaving the house with her, Xu Mohan would wear modern clothes, tying his hair into a ponytail. Many men these days preferred wearing long hair, so that wasn't particularly strange.
This way, he didn't look too much like someone who lived for a long time, and also avoided the chance of being boringly photographed and posted online.
