Under the bright lights, the man's features were fully revealed.
His eyebrows and eyes were identical to those of the person she saw day and night—the ink-like eyebrows, pitch-black pupils, the high and smooth nose bridge, the thin rosy lips. If not smiling, it was difficult to distinguish the differences between the two.
However, their temperaments were different.
The man sitting in the wheelchair had a lazy and carefree posture, thin rosy lips habitually turned up slightly in a half-smile, with a fragmented star-like glimmer in his eyes.
Taking in Ming Ge's expression, Mo Yi propped his chin with one hand and smiled indifferently, "What? Seeing me, are you surprised?"
Ming Ge retorted, "Shouldn't I be surprised?"
Her gaze briefly swept over the man's legs.
Disabled?
Mo Yi tapped his finger on his chin, casually curled his lips, and said playfully, "You're interesting. How about this, I'll allow you to ask me one question."
One question?
