C47 Inform Mo Zhijun of the Address

When she said this, Xia Miqing's heart was in a trance. It was as if she was going to lie to herself.

In the past five years, her love for Mo Tingjun had gradually become deeper and deeper in this kind of self-deception. She had once persuaded herself that Mo Tingjun was special to her. Perhaps in the future, Mo Tingjun would be the same as her. . . Perhaps they were in love