Mo Shu found herself momentarily at a loss for words.
Yu Siqiao, holding the two children, as if confirming this guess in his heart, said, "Even though I've only remembered this scene, there's a long time ahead in the future. Give me some time, okay?"
Mo Shu: "..."
Ji Nan couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
Mo Shu's expression twisted with complexity and frustration, and she couldn't bear it anymore: "You're overthinking it."
Yu Siqiao: ?
"I've never drunk Mengpo Soup, I haven't seen the Wangchuan River, and I'm not someone who would willingly endure a thousand years of torment just to rekindle a past relationship in this lifetime, but there's one thing you got right," Mo Shu stepped forward, her eyes seemingly able to speak, gazing at him, she said softly: "Marrying my husband, having children, and building a family does feel like something from a previous life, but just the scene you recalled is not enough evidence that you are the man I deeply love."
