Huo Xiaoran felt that there was something wrong with her becoming so quiet. He found a topic to talk about. "An'an, if you're bored, go upstairs and take a walk. You can enter any room you want. I've configured the facial recognition on the lock. You can enter."
"Huo Xiaoran, does Lu Mo know that you have so much feelings for me?" Qiao An suddenly asked.
Huo Xiaoran pinched her face. "She knows."
Qiao An, who was sick, seemed to be so tired that she didn't have the strength to fight. Her eyes were very gray. She only stammered, "You're letting us down by doing this. When did you become so terrifying?"
Huo Xiaoran's hand trembled as he held the bowl. He had let Qiao An down and would never be able to repay her love in this lifetime, but he had not let Lu Mo down.
