It's still the same face, still pale now, with narrow eyes. I once said that there was wind in his eyes, and they were gentle and caressed his face. Now he appeared in front of me again, his thin lips curved, and with surprise, he said lightly: "Amo."
I took a step back and said, "There is no Li Mo'an in this world anymore. I am Mo Han. You can go back to the venue." I knew that the man standing in front of me was called Wang Zesen, the person I loved for the first time. However, he is still the same Wang Zesen as before, and I am no longer Li Moan.