While she was angry, frustration also swirled within her, not knowing why even death had to be so difficult.
"Gu Nanqiao," he called her name again, both first and last, then slowly asked, "You really didn't recognize me?"
This time, he used a different voice.
Gu Nanqiao was fiercely taken aback.
The voice just now she had not recognized, but this voice, it was familiar to her.
"Si Ling?" Her brows furrowed tightly, unable to suppress the confusion in her heart.
Indeed, he didn't seem like the same person, because in her memory, he always wore a mask, but the man before her now was truly real, without any disguise.
Yet this voice was unmistakably his.
"I've told you more than once that my name isn't Si Ling," he took another drag from his cigarette, his handsome face displaying displeasure, "My surname is Mo."
Gu Nanqiao couldn't help but recall that night.
