Ling stood guard outside the house.
As soon as he saw Mo Liancheng, he couldn't help but wear a grave expression.
In Hua'en, he was considered an outsider among outsiders. He wanted to help, but was powerless to do so. "Don't worry too much, she'll get better."
"I hope so." Mo Liancheng responded, pouring out the water from the wooden basin.
Seeing this, Ling felt something was off.
Mo Liancheng holding a wooden basin to pour water—had the handsome, almost ethereal man suddenly turned into a househusband? Ling had that feeling, very disharmonious, it seemed inappropriate, it shouldn't be him. No, it felt like something Mo Liancheng couldn't possibly do, even more wrong! His head was in chaos.
He had never imagined the day would come when Mo Liancheng would do this sort of thing.
Is love truly that powerful?!
Ling's expression continuously changed.
