His warm breath sprayed on her neck, both tickling and numbing.
Tang Yue subconsciously held her breath, before she could react, Mo Siyu had already straightened up and left without looking back.
Mo Siyu left her with only an arrogant and lonely silhouette.
Watching his retreating figure, a thought silently rose in Tang Yue's heart: she would definitely work hard to become a better person, good enough to be worthy of standing by his side.
After leaving the train station, Tang Yue headed straight for the hospital.
Mo Xiaolin had sprained her ankle, but after the doctor's manipulation, her foot was completely fine now.
"Aunt Mo, the ID has been delivered to Uncle Mo," Tang Yue said with relief after seeing Mo Xiaolin's foot healed.
Mo Xiaolin smiled broadly and thanked her: "Xiao Yue, thank you so much this time."
"You're welcome, Aunt Mo. Next time, be more careful when walking," Tang Yue carefully advised.
