Mo Xiaobai then said seriously, "Little Cousin-in-law, little cousin doesn't allow anyone to mention this matter, so it's best you just know and don't speak of it, or else you'll meet a terrible end."
Wen Nuan nodded. She also felt that Ye Feimo, such a... such a peculiar person, being pranked like that when he was young, especially something so extreme—if he knew she knew, she would surely meet a terrible end.
However, the one who would die would be her idol.
Wen Nuan, adhering to the principle of "it's better for a friend to die than myself," hesitated. But then she remembered this "friend" was her idol and had kindly told her interesting stories about Feimo. So, she decisively chose to tell no one.
"Little Cousin-in-law is so well-behaved. Later, I'll tell you more interesting stories about little cousin," Mo Xiaobai said, blinking mysteriously. Wen Nuan nodded vigorously, and Mo Xiaobai's image in her mind instantly grew taller.
