861 is really good.

"Okay!"

Wen Ran quietly responded, sitting calmly in the chair.

The soft lighting from the crystal lamp illuminated her fair and delicate cheeks, casting a mesmerizing glow from afar.

Mo Xiuchen went to the balcony to fetch a towel and returned, his gaze touching upon the serene and elegant shadow sitting at the vanity. An involuntary tenderness rippled through his tranquil eyes; the corners of his mouth lifted in a slight smile that spread from his lips.

He walked over with graceful steps, his well-defined palm lifting Wen Ran's damp hair, while the towel in his other hand came down to gently wipe her hair, his motions tender and practiced.

Even after memory loss, he had not done this many times, but he didn't feel the slightest bit unfamiliar. Subconsciously, he found it all too familiar,

just that he couldn't recall those scenes at the moment.