Mo Qianchen: "It's you, right?"
Feng Yue: "What... What am I?"
Mo Qianchen opened the bed curtain. Mo Qianchen raised his hand to cover his face. Mo Qianchen reached out and took Feng Yue's hand down and said, "Sure enough, you two look exactly the same."
Feng Yue: "..."
Mo Qianchen said nothing and continued to stretch out his hand.
Feng Yue: "I... Hey... Don't take off my clothes."
But Mo Qianchen looked at the scar on the back of Feng Yue's shoulder without saying a word, and Feng Yue followed suit without saying a word.
Intention: personal feelings