“I love you.” His heart was trembling violently. “I love you, not the way a disciple loves his Shizun, but… I’m being bold, I… I love you.”
After a long pause, Chu Wanning finally said hoarsely,
“… I have a bad temper.”
“You’re very nice to me.”
“I, I’m old.”
“You look younger than me.”
“I’m so ugly…” “I’m not good-looking.”
“…”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
“Would you like to see my eyes?”
“Your eyes…?” Mo Ran’s gaze was gentle, reflecting the figure of a man in white. He said, “Did you see that? He’s the most beautiful person in the world.”
Chu Wanning glared at him. Although his heart was in turmoil, there was not much of an expression on his ice-cold face. Mo Ran gripped his palm, sweating profusely. He said softly, “I love you.”














