The Man Who Is Always Mild-Tempered and Composed; at This Moment, His Smile Was...

Ji Nuan was unable to conceal the redness in her eyes: "Isn't it all because you startled me? Otherwise, I probably would have stayed dumb for much longer…"

There was no need for her to say more. Her words were sufficient for Mo Jingshen to feel as though his world had shifted on its axis; he was immensely moved.

The man gripped her shoulders tightly, staring into her eyes. "Who am I?"

Ji Nuan returned his gaze and after a long moment, she finally answered: "Mo Jingshen."

The words sounded heavy as they left her lips, and even somewhat distant. But the way she stubbornly refused to lower her head revealed that she had truly returned to herself.

"I'll go serve some porridge for you. I've never seen you fall ill before. I almost lost my soul from fright when you collapsed on the ground unmoving," Ji Nuan pushed him aside as she spoke.