Asher Mo didn't say anything. After a long while, he smiled.
"What a wonderful story that only one owner lives in a pavilion. What a wonderful story."
He stepped slowly and barefoot on the cold stone surface with his well-proportioned toes, the veins on the top of his feet visible, and stopped in front of Song Qiuting.
Then Asher Mo raised one foot and used his toes to lift Song Qiutong's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You have been holding these words in your heart for a long time, right?"
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