"So that's how it is."
Wen Ying suddenly realized.
That was also why she had initially chosen to come to the Black Horn Domain.
But suddenly, she felt something odd.
What was strange?
Right, it was Mo Xianxian.
Because, in her memory, she had never seen Mo Xianxian speak so calmly and peacefully.
Although it might be because of that man, for her, her mood today was far too stable.
Yet what made her feel strange was that Mo Xianxian at the moment seemed to her like the real Mo Xianxian, as if all her previous selves were wearing masks for disguise.
Wen Ying's gaze fell upon Mo Xianxian, trying to find the answer.
Mo Xianxian suddenly turned around and looked behind.
Then, on the streets where the crowd was weaving endlessly, everyone was under the influence of a spell, paying no attention to her.
She frowned slightly, clearly, just a moment ago, she had sensed someone secretly spying on her.
"What is it, Young Master?"
Wen Ying asked curiously.