C213 Thunder in the fog

Mo Xian slightly lowered her brows, as she looked at him with suspicion. She did not know if his words were true or false.

Her fair fingers gently moved the spoon within the bowl, and a crisp sound came from the wall. When she saw that it was cold, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and placed it next to her mouth.

He suddenly sighed and said