Looking at Mo Yuyao, whose cheek was pressed against his hand, with one hand still grasping his arm, Song Yun's gaze became slightly unfocused.
Song Yun found it strange. What could have driven a girl like Mo Yuyao to travel thousands of miles to such a godforsaken place and do things that many others couldn't? Was it really just conviction? Or was there something else?
Song Yun was good at reading people's hearts, but he couldn't truly grasp Mo Yuyao's heart. This girl's thoughts were so innocent that Song Yun didn't dare to speculate with any ulterior motives.
Does Mo Yuyao like him?
Song Yun could be somewhat certain.
And does he like Mo Yuyao?
Song Yun felt that there was an allure about Mo Yuyao that captivated him, a glow that made him a bit fascinated.
Yes, Song Yun liked beautiful women, but that didn't mean he liked just any beautiful woman.
