If it really is Mo Xiaoran, why would he do this?!
Why would he be so cruel as to tear apart their mother-daughter bond?!
After Pei Yuelan left Mo Qiansu's room, she didn't immediately go upstairs to rest. She hadn't had the chance to see her nephew Pei Tianshuo today, and without at least a glance, she felt uneasy.
Mo Qiansu told her that Pei Tianshuo was arranged to stay in the side building, in a room diagonally opposite to where she used to live.
Pei Yuelan walked to the side building with familiarity. As she passed by the small garden, she saw someone not far away sitting in a wheelchair, looking up, perhaps admiring the moon or lost in deep thought.
From her angle, she could only see the man's profile.
Under the hazy moonlight, that figure looked so, so much like…
Pei Yuelan's steps felt as if they were weighted down with lead, unable to move forward. Her eyes stared dazedly at the figure, feeling her eyes growing warmer and warmer.
