"Ah Jiu, I have been waiting here for you for a long time."
Mo Chen's gentle voice was as gentle as ever, like a friend whom she had known for many years. Or a lover who had been in love for many years, gentle with tenderness and tolerance.
Feng Jiu was stunned, truly stunned. She felt that this Mo Chen was an illusion. She felt that this Mo Chen didn't really exist. However, everything about him was so familiar. Even his breath was exactly the same, so much so that she was unable to tell whether it was real or fake. She didn't know if this was another illusion.
Mo Chen jumped down from the tree and landed firmly on the ground. He stood in front of her and looked at her with a smile on his face: "What's wrong with you? Don't you recognise me?"
Feng Jiu didn't speak, she didn't know what to say or how to speak. If there was someone she felt guilty about in this life, it would undoubtedly be Mo Chen who was standing in front of her.
