She frowned, "Mo Shiche."
"Mo Shiche," as soon as he came out, she stood up, trying to keep her tone calm and even, "That night, you asked me if I could fall in love with you again. Now, I'm answering you, I will try my best. If you want to give it a shot, then let's try. First, you need to release Huangnian. Is that okay?"
Mo Shiche's hand paused as he was pouring water and he turned to look at her. His short hair was still damp from the shower, and water droplets fell from the tips, highlighting a nonchalant, languid beauty, "Tangtang,"
He called her, his voice low and smooth, "I know you look down on my love, but it hurts when you belittle it like this."
She frowned, "I didn't mean to belittle it."
He chuckled softly, "But that's what your words imply. For Muo Huangnian's sake, you'd try to love me—love isn't something you have or don't; to you, my love seems to be something you can use whenever you please, isn't it."
