As Mo Yi spoke, the atmosphere fell silent.
Cecilia silently wiped away her tears, holding back the urge to cry so her voice would not interrupt Mo Yi, the Warrior of Love.
"Actually, the one who never let go of love from beginning to end was that man." (Just search "The Bamboo Flower" online for the related story. No need to thank me; they call me Red Scarf.)
Seeing the tear stains on Cecilia's face, Mo Yi felt the long-lost joy of being a Warrior of Love—the joy of passing on beautiful, healing stories.
Mo Yi: Since Cecilia was afraid of the dark, if I told her a heartwarming story, she would keep thinking about it. Naturally, she would not have the time or energy to overthink herself into insomnia.
Use love and healing to defeat fear!
I, Mo De An Yi, really am a genius.JPG!
"The story is over. Time to sleep."
"Don't—"
Cecilia grabbed Mo Yi again. This time, perhaps because she was emotionally agitated, Mo Yi could clearly feel the tremendous strength in her seemingly slender wrist, as well as the dampness left by her tears!
Mo Yi: All right, Little Ai Mi, and you still say you are not a Kaslana?
"I—"
"No need to explain, Little Ai Mi."
In the end, Mo Yi chose to make a bed on the floor beside the bed.
After turning off the lights, Mo Yi lay beneath his blanket on the floor and said:
"You are not afraid now, right?"
"Mm—"
Where Mo Yi could not see, Cecilia lay on her side beneath the blanket. Through the tiny gap she had left in it, her azure eyes watched Mo Yi lying on the floor with his eyes closed. "Doctor, why are you so good to me?"
Mo Yi kept