In that split second, Yu Jingzhi really wanted to tell her. Tell her that he was Mo Yujian. That the man he reminded her of was indeed himself. That she didn't need to search for long because he had always been here. He had always been right beside her.
Ouyang Xueqing's face was full of confusion. "Yu Jingzhi?"
I can't speak. I still can't speak, he gnashed his teeth woefully. He wanted to write, but his fingers had been frozen stiff and they trembled so violently for him to form any coherent word.
"Yu Jingzhi? Are you okay?" She was panicking. The man's body was shaking, his face in a trance and lips bitten so hard that they started to bleed. Ouyang Xueqing made a split second decision and lifted him up with Princess carry. One of her arms circled his shoulders while the other went below his knees. "Come on. I will take you back first."
Yu Jingzhi was startled, gasping inaudibly.