Mo Shichen smiled, his voice a bit hoarse, "Luck has always been a part of strength."
Wen Hanyi met his gaze for a long while before finally saying nothing else and driving away.
It was cold that day, and although it was sunny, the wind was not mild. With his current physical condition, standing for half an hour to wait for her like last time was obviously unrealistic.
He rang the doorbell and said to the servant who came to open the door in a lukewarm tone, "I'm looking for your Second Miss."
"Please wait a moment."
The man nodded, assuming a calm and patient stance.
Wen's mother quickly received the news and asked in astonishment, "Mo Shichen... did he come in person?"
Was he not as seriously injured as the doctors said, or did he have a death wish?
"Yes, it's Young Master Mo himself."
"How does he look...?"
The servant thought for a moment, "He should be alright, I suppose. Just a bit pale and speaking a little weaker than usual."
Crazy.
Crazy.
They're all crazy.
