C61 The Conspiracy

Half an hour later.

Yan Yu rested his hand on his forehead, smiling at Moo Yuhan. For some reason, his head felt heavy, but seeing Yuhan so happy was rare, and he didn’t want to dampen her spirits. He forced a smile, not wanting her to sense anything was amiss.

Gradually, Yuhan’s figure became blurry, as if a shadow had fallen between them, making it hard to see her clearly