Mo Qi saw himself in the painting and subconsciously walked toward the woman, his expression utterly enchanted. He suddenly shouted out, "Don't!"
"Seventh brother, what's wrong with you?" Leng Muling, his face twisted in pain, asked with a hint of panic in his voice.
The image in Mo Qi's mind disappeared, and he opened his eyes to see Leng Muling worrying over him.
He took a deep breath, "I'm fine, Ling'er."
He embraced Leng Muling again, and this time, no image of a woman in red appeared in his mind.
But he was certain he knew that woman.
Although her face was blurred in his mind, his feelings toward her were intense, so intense that he found them difficult to suppress.
He couldn't understand why his body was reacting this way.
He rushed back to Hangzhou to ask Su Yingxue to take his pulse during her free time to see what was wrong with him.
But by the time he returned, Su Yingxue had already left the courtyard where they were staying.
