"And now, the one before you—is this the real me?"
"Do you want the real me, or a fake me?" Wang Mu said. "If you wish, I can be as obedient to you as I was back then."
"You..." Mo Xilan started to speak but stopped herself.
"I think you just dislike how I look now..." Mo Xilan turned around, her voice cold. "You're just making excuses..."
"That's impossible!" Wang Mu walked over and hugged Mo Xilan from behind, gently inhaling the mature, mellow scent emanating from her. Mo Xilan's current appearance wasn't actually unsightly; she had the allure of a mature beauty. In fact, she looked even more composed and dignified than before.
Compared to Mu Hongyuan or Miss You, who possessed seemingly ageless beauty, she had more of a worldly, mature charm, which was quite pleasant.
However, when he held her, Wang Mu felt a substantial, mountain-like heaviness.
There's no helping it; this is her true form.
