Gu Wenjuan lifted her eyes and saw the faint smile on Mo Shu Qianqian's lips, and she inexplicably felt much more at peace inside.
This person, Mo Shu, despite how terribly and wickedly people spoke of her outside,
every time Wenjuan saw her smile at herself, she couldn't help but let her guard down.
Just like now.
Bowing her head slightly, Gu Wenjuan clasped her hands and nervously picked at her nails, saying, "You mentioned this matter last time as well. You said that I used to know Young Master Yu, but I've been thinking that maybe you remembered wrong. I've thought about it for a long time and I don't remember such a person at all."
Mo Shu dipped some iodine and wiped it on her face, causing Gu Wenjuan to inhale sharply, flinching.
"It's okay if you don't remember; what's important is that Yu Siqiao remembers," Mo Shu said while dabbing at her face, "You can ask him."
Gu Wenjuan's voice was very low, "If I dared to ask, I would have asked long ago."
