Then, the two people fell silent for a moment.
Without the usual topics to bicker about, after discussing the matter with the assassin, they now only listened to the autumn rain and treated Wei Ziyi's injury.
Actually, Su Mo still had some things he wanted to say.
But how should he say them?
Should he directly ask Wei Ziyi, "Do you like me?"
Is that why you're acting so differently tonight?
If he asked, what kind of answer would Wei Ziyi give?
Would she flee in distress?
Or would she admit it directly?
Or perhaps deny it?
No matter which way, Su Mo felt he would struggle to handle it, unsure of how to respond.
In truth, his heart had already made a decision, even if Wei Ziyi denied it, would Su Mo believe her?
Of all the things in this world, no matter the intricacies of manipulations, the twists of conspiracy.
The hardest to deal with are always matters between men and women.
Su Mo's thoughts were chaotic, but Wei Ziyi was no less disturbed.
