"It's you…"
Watching the pale-faced youth in his arms, Feng Jin's heart suddenly throbbed with pain. This pain seemed as if it had leaped across an entire century and fiercely clutched his heart.
"Mo Qiancheng?" Yun Luofeng also saw the youth in Feng Jin's arms and was startled. "Why are you here?"
"Cough, cough!" Mo Qiancheng started coughing, blood endlessly flowing down from his mouth. A faint white fog crept over his originally clear and clean eyes.
He turned his head with difficulty, eyes unblinkingly looking at Yun Luofeng.
"In truth, I should have discovered a long time ago that you weren't Jue Qian…"
He chuckled, the chuckle filled with bitterness and helplessness and also a deep pain undetectable by normal people.
"However, I kept lying to myself! Even though you told me many times that you were initially lying to me, I still inwardly told myself that you were Jue Qian!"
