Mo Cangchu was leaning on the patrol railing, his red clothes moving in the wind. Dou Nanfeng walked towards her and saw her looking like she was drifting away, and his heart tightened. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms.
Dou Nanfeng: "Ah Chu, I was wrong."
Mo was a little stunned at first. When he raised his eyes, the cinnabar mole in the corner of his left eye loomed: "Anan, shouldn't you choose the leader of the alliance?"
The wind shattered her words and ruffled the water in the pond.