A group of people followed and left.
*
Half an hour later.
Light incense was burning indoors, and possibly because no one had lived there for a long time, it was permeated with a strong sandalwood scent.
Tong Ran, holding Chennchenn, sat on the edge of the bed. He had always had the habit of taking a nap, and now his little head was leaning erratically against her arm, not sleeping soundly.
Mo Nanjue stood by the window, hands in pockets, looking indifferently outside.
Mo Beiyan came up behind him, stopping in his tracks, Mo Nanjue turned around, "Xie Yanghua now thinks I'm Luo Xiao."
He went straight to the point.
"Luo Xiao and you swapped identities, right?" Mo Beiyan nodded, guessing a bit. He took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Xie Yanghua will find out eventually, dragging this on isn't a solution."
Mo Nanjue reached out to take it, looking up at him, "Not necessarily, some things become mysteries if left alone long enough."
