Xiao Ruiyuan couldn't deny it, looking at the girl's serene face, and thinking of the reason he had come here, he couldn't help but ask, "When it returns to the mountains and forests, will you miss it?"
Mo Yan looked at him incredulously. Was this the same cold and aloof Sir Xiao? Could someone be impersonating him? Otherwise, why would he ask such a question?
Xiao Ruiyuan cleared his throat, his expression slightly uneasy, but his eyes were fixed on Mo Yan, obviously expecting her answer.
A wave of strangeness surged in Mo Yan's heart, sensing that the question was not as straightforward as it seemed on the surface. Yet after careful consideration, she could find nothing amiss; it seemed to be just an ordinary question.
Suppressing the odd feeling in her heart, she answered, "Of course, I'll miss it. After all, I've raised it for so long and have already developed deep feelings for it."