"Left Zuo!" Mo Yitong suddenly called out to him.
Left- assistant stopped and did not look back. "What's the matter?"
"You... I... I like Zixuan the most." Mo Yitong lowered her head and said.
The corners of Zuo Zuo's mouth turned into a bitter smile. "I know." After that, she left without looking back at the door.
Mo Yitong felt a strange sense of loss in her heart. She let out a slight sigh...
Time passed quickly and the long dance team had passed. The streets and alleys were filled with red lanterns. The old street vendor, Mo Yitong, stood at the door and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. She was already in the south. However, Yu Zixuan, who had been waiting for her bitterly, did not come as she had promised.
The wind was so fierce that it blew away the bangs on Mo Yitong's
