Chapter 258: Mo Yichen, do you love me?_1

In the hazy view, Qiao Xinran felt that there had never been a moment like this one that made her feel Mo Yichen was incomparably handsome.

It felt as if she had been kneeling for a century, with no more sounds around her, only her own sobbing that couldn't turn into tears.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared before her eyes, and in the next instant, Qiao Xinran was pulled up and embraced in arms carrying a faint scent of tobacco.

"Ranran..."

Mo Yichen's voice, with the sound of breathing from the fight he had just had, carried a tremble and nervousness that only he was aware of.

"Mo Yichen, you..."

With so many words she wanted to say to him, Qiao Xinran looked up at him, and her expression suddenly froze.

The man who usually carried a nonchalant attitude was looking even more gaunt now, his normally immaculate appearance now marred by a stubble of hard blue beard, and his whole being exuded an exhaustion from weariness.