The sun sets in the west.

The Mo family's old house soon fell into boundless silence.

There was only one light left, flickering in the dark night.

In the guest room of the side house.

Wearing pure cotton pajamas, Bai Luo sat quietly in front of the computer. He took off the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and his beautiful face was no longer obscured by anything. He was a noble and unparalleled man, stunningly beautiful, perfect in the dark night.

It's like being separated from the mortal world, like being banished to an immortal.

Those obsidian-like eyes stared at the computer for a long time, then he looked away, his knuckled fingers stretched out to the table, and he lightly took the phone.

He naturally opened WeChat and clicked on the pinned contact.

The information inside is still as old as a few days ago.

【Is your name Mo Wanying? 】

He looked at the message and subconsciously reached out to hold it with his finger, but there was no word "withdraw" in the row of prompts.

He had to loosen his fingers.

A trace of annoyance appeared in a pair of clear eyes.

She is not Mo Wanying.

Not at all.

Then...who is she?

Bai Luo stared at the word "seven" in his online name without blinking.

That charming and lively face appeared in front of my eyes unconsciously.

"Yes, because someone told me that everything can be cured, and there is nothing that cannot be thought of on the path of medicine, so I came up with the idea of ​​fighting poison with poison."

The girl's clear voice rang in her ears again.

His fingers couldn't help but reach out to click on the upper right corner, and then click to search the chat history.

Then enter in the search box: Everything can be cured.

Sure enough, I found a record from a long time ago.

This sentence was sent to her by him.

His fingers holding the phone began to tighten inexplicably, even trembling a little.

Is this...just a coincidence?

She is not her.

It can't be her.

He quickly pressed return, hesitated again and again, and typed a string of words on the chat interface: Do you have a boyfriend?

He seemed to be startled as soon as he typed it out, his eyes changed slightly, and he quickly deleted the paragraph word by word.

If she wasn't her, wouldn't it frighten her if he spoke like this?

He dropped his phone and closed his eyes.

My mood has never been so heavy and complicated.

He hoped it wasn't her.

In this way, maybe he can still have a glimmer of hope.

He just hoped that she was a girl similar to her, preferably similar in everything.

The only difference is that there is no man around her to protect her.

There is still a place for him beside her.

The night was quiet, the windows were open, and the cool night breeze blew in. The man sat next to the computer and sat quietly for a long time.

The gentle and calm atmosphere is mixed with a touch of loneliness and a hint of sadness that is difficult to detect.

It took a long time before he started typing on the computer.

I replied to my work email: "I will come up with the topic for the medical competition."

Reply well, click send.

Seeing that the transmission was successful, those boundless black eyes became dark and unpredictable again.

She is not her.

He thought he would be able to confirm it soon.

The night is swirling and fleeting.

The next day, the old lady specifically asked Su Qi not to come over for breakfast.

It was not until noon that Su Qi and Mo Xiuhan arrived at Mrs. Mo's side house.

The two arrived first.

The old lady was sitting on the sofa in the living room. As soon as she saw the two of them, she greeted Su Qi, "Qiqi, come and sit here."

"Grandma." Su Qi obediently walked over and sat next to Mrs. Mo.
Chapter completed!