Mo Jingshen recovered very quickly. Perhaps after sleeping for two months without moving, his wounds had a lot of more room to heal, unlike before when his wounds were easily torn up.
Except that he was a little thinner, he was no different from before.
He remained as cold and dignified as she remembered. He was still the man she was familiar with.
The only difference was that he stopped smiling at her, and his eyes no longer stopped at her. Even if they were sitting in the same plane, even if they were sitting in the same row and he was right beside her, she felt he was far, far away from her.
After a while, Ji Nuan suddenly laid her hand on his leg, and the man, who had closed his eyes, opened them and stared at her coldly. "What are you doing?"
She looked at her hand on his lap, then at his apparently unhappy look, and pursed her lips. "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."