As he looked at the teary-eyed Qian Lan, Mo Zichen couldn't resist gently leaning over and placing a kiss on her lips.
At first, Qian Lan was a little surprised. But, slowly, she began to close her eyes...
Mo Zichen didn't know why he was being impulsive; he simply didn't want to see Qian Lan cry. 5 years ago, when she cried, his heart softened for her. Now, 5 years later, the same thing happened.
"Stop crying!"
Qian Lan stopped crying, but she couldn't hold back her sobs.
Mo Zichen watched as Qian Lan helped him apply medicine to his wounds, but he did not say another word. Wounds like this were normal for him, but for Qian Lan, it was a huge shock.
"What department are you in? The special forces? Or is it a secret organization?"
"Don't ask me anything, it's of no benefit to you," Mo Zichen said before he stood up from the sofa. "Besides, these injuries are nothing. After all, the biggest injury is the one you gave me."
