"Do you like yourself?"
Mo Shangjun's figure paused as she turned to the side, tilting her head to look at Peng Yuqiu.
In the moonlight, her features were delicate, with her slender eyes gently narrowing, hiding a difficult-to-discern glint in their depths.
After a moment, she raised an eyebrow, her expression indifferent as if teasingly she asked in return, "What about you?"
Peng Yuqiu was taken aback, then helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
Mo Shangjun turned back around and strode away.
Most people always chase what they don't have.
Like themselves?
Not to speak broadly, just considering the two of them...
It seemed a bit of a joke.
*
Accustomed to the jungle, Mo Shangjun did not hurry back and strolled along the riverside under the moonlight.
Even though the mosquitoes around were indeed quite bothersome, the occasional glimpses of fireflies, the sounds of the jungle, and the slow-moving river were all hard to come by in the noisy city.