Will Be Happy

"Mo Chen, it's been a long time indeed. Are you doing well?" Feng Jiu stepped forward, smiling. As she walked forward, she let go of Xuanyuan Mo Ze's hand.

Xuanyuan Mo Ze lowered his gaze, staring at his now-empty hand. Within him, a wave of inexplicable melancholy arose. His lips were pursed as he glanced at Mo Chen, who was dressed in spotlessly white attire. Then, he stepped forward and sat beside Feng Jiu.

"It's been years and your temperament hasn't changed," Xuanyuan Mo Ze said to Mo Chen as he kept his deep gaze on him. He thought the man in front of him radiated a lot more stillness than he did five years ago.

While he appeared to be smiling, he felt distant. Especially noticeable was the faint light coming from him, which made him like a luminous body in the middle of the night.