In the deep Mou Hua, there was hardly any hint of fatigue. "Tan'er, if something should happen to Yifeng—"
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to him!"
"Tan'er—how can you say that?"
"There are no 'ifs' and no 'buts'! We don't need that. We must trust Yifeng; he won't let anyone kill him that easily," Qu Tan'er said resolutely, both serious and earnest.
At this very moment, she did not want to think in that direction.
If she wanted to build confidence in herself, to retain support, she must not assume!
"Good! I believe in him, he will surely wait for our arrival; he absolutely will!"
Mo Liancheng's piercing Mou Hua sparkled with such firmness and persistence.
He stepped out of the bathing tub, simply put on an undergarment, and lay down on the bed to rest for a while.
Upon waking, he ate something simple, and a great deal of time had passed.
At that time, when he did not see Qu Tan'er around, he casually asked the guard outside the door, "Where did Young Madam Sun go?"
