With this thought, Qiao An finally began to make sense of things. The Mole Person's bizarre behavior now had an explanation. However, from what she understood, so-called atavistic regression was fundamentally impossible. A genetic chain that had been repeatedly shattered and reassembled couldn't possibly be traced back to its origin.
Qiao An, who usually tied her long hair back with tireless energy, now had it draped over her shoulders. The bright moonlight cast a thin veil over her, obscuring her features in a hazy mystique. It was an image that beckoned one to uncover the secrets behind it, like countless feathers scratching at Mu Zimo's heart.
While Qiao An was still engrossed in reverse-engineering the Mole Person's motive, Mu Zimo was leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on her.
You stand on a bridge admiring the view, while someone else watches you from above. But there's always someone who's oblivious to the romance of the moment—for instance, Qiao An.
