"Xiao Mo..."
Hearing the familiar call, Xiao Mo opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was the person she missed in her heart.
"Monica!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Xiao Mo!" He remained standing about a meter away from her, not coming any closer.
"Monica, tell me, you were joking in that letter, you didn't marry Sofia, right?"
"I'm sorry, Xiao Mo, it's true! I'm really sorry!" Monica said.
"No, it's not like that..."
Xiao Mo felt a wave of sadness, and in her agitation, her eyes suddenly opened. The man in front of her was looking at her anxiously, a hideous scar running across his brow. It wasn't Monica, but Leng Xiao. It was just a dream.
"Was it you who saved me?" Xiao Mo looked around. The sky outside was beginning to lighten. They seemed to be inside a mountain cave. A small cave that could only fit two or three people. The entrance was covered by dense plants, letting through just a small patch of sky.
"Regret bringing you along, women are such a burden!"
