"In the future, please don't tell others that you have a mole here. This is mine!"
After saying that, she printed her own kiss mark on the plum blossom mole.
Listening to his childish words and looking at his childish actions, she smiled.
The place where the mole grows is so private, it is a secret belonging to her and Rufeng.
But now, when it came out of Jun Wuhen's mouth, one can imagine the shock in her heart.
"Wuhen," she suddenly called his name.
"What's the matter?" His voice was filled with doting tenderness.
"Who are you?" She finally asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time.
At first, she just thought that he looked like Rufeng, but slowly, she felt that he was gradually entering her life with Rufeng's appearance.
Hearing her ask this question, he was slightly startled and looked at her face. In the darkness, he could see her clear eyes and the disbelief in them.
The premonition in my heart seemed to be slowly clearing away the clouds, and my head hurt a little.
If she had asked this question before, he would have been surprised, but now, he said softly: "I originally thought I was Jun Wuhen, but gradually, I discovered that I am not exactly Jun Wuhen."
This sentence was originally very contradictory and somewhat incoherent.
However, for Yanran, who has experienced time and space, she has never heard of any weird things.
She looked at him seriously and said, "What's going on?"
Seeing her unsurprised look, he didn't intend to hide it from her, nor was he afraid that she would think of him as someone else.
He said softly: "I don't know what happened, but there was a voice in my head telling me that if I don't want to drink Meng Po soup, I will have two souls."
"And one of the souls comes from nowhere and wants to go to an unknown world to find the one he loves."