Mo Kai only saw the message from Rice in the evening after attending meetings one after another.

When he hurried home, Qiao An was not at home, nor at Lan Xin's door opposite.

Outside the window, the sky was dark and gloomy, as if it was holding a heavy rain.

Mo Kai grabbed the key and walked away quickly.

The weather is cold and the wind is blowing.

When Mo Xun saw Qiao An's thin figure waiting at the door of Mujin Garden, he was startled, and then tightened, "Why did you come out dressed like this?"

She was still wearing the same white sweater she had put on at home today, without a coat.

Qiao An looked at the man in front of her, her eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, and her fair face was almost transparent.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xun saw that something seemed wrong with Qiao An's condition, so he stepped in and said, "Let's go in and talk."

Qiao An followed Mo Xun, looking at his tall back, his heart was twisted into a ball from the shock.

Is this back figure the same one that appeared in her dreams many times and that she couldn't catch up with?

Is it the person she loved with all her life five years ago, and who is still rooted in her heart, who calls her back in her midnight dreams and bursts into tears uncontrollably?

Qiao An's heart felt like it was burning on fire. How could she love two people at the same time in such a state of mind?

In the room, the light was soft, just like Mo Xun's eyes.

"Have you thought about it so quickly?" He thought Qiao An was here for today's multiple-choice question.

Qiao An's half-lidded eyes were raised, filled with hesitation and moisture.

Mo Xun couldn't help but wonder, and he guessed that she didn't come just for that matter.

Before he could ask, Qiao An, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened her lips and asked, "How long have we known each other?"

Surprised that Qiao An would suddenly ask this question, Mo Xun lowered his head and his eyes wandered over her face, as if he was trying to determine whether the question was a casual question or whether it meant something based on her facial expression.

Qiao An stared at him intently. While he was sizing himself up, he was also observing him, as if he wanted to see through him.

"We've known each other for a while, haven't we?" Not sure what Qiao An's intention was for suddenly asking this, Mo Xun replied ambiguously.

"Really?" Qiao An paused, smiling with pain, "Is that a few months, or... a few years?"

The voice was light, as soft as the wind, but it was like a powerful thunder that struck Mo Xun completely, leaving him stunned on the spot.

"Answer me." Qiao An looked directly at Mo Xun with watery eyes, "I want to hear the truth."

Mo Xun's eyes darkened, and he suppressed the rising emotions before he asked, "Is it important?"

Qiao An just looked at him quietly, obviously not satisfied with his answer, but did not refute it.

The air was silent for a moment, and Qiao An suddenly raised his hand, spreading his clenched palm in front of Mo Xun.

A photo that had been clenched and wrinkled jumped out.

Mo Xun followed her movements and naturally lowered his eyes to lock on the photo.

Take a breath.

"How could..." He gradually became speechless.

The fixed photo was taken when he and Joan were dining at Nico's restaurant while doing project research in Chicago. He could recognize it at a glance.

That night, he almost proposed to her. That night was the last time they saw each other before a long separation.

This photo was taken by my old friend Nico for fun. How could it appear in Qiao An’s hand?!

His expression, which had been restrained and unmoved, finally changed at this moment.

"Please tell me, what was our relationship five years ago?" Qiao An looked directly at Mo Xun, but his voice was obviously trembling with forbearance.


Chapter completed!