Mo Weiran was scared out of his wits, almost falling off the bed.
"You... who are you?" Mo Weiran pulled the quilt up, shielding his body with it, only revealing half his head, looking at the girl in front with a face full of fright and wariness.
Seeing him like that, the girl's mouth twitched upwards, forming a smile, "Weiran, you can finally see me."
"You... who are you? How do you know my name?" Mo Weiran's hands, clutching the quilt, wouldn't stop shaking, his eyes filled with terror.
"I'm your fiancée," the girl said, barefoot, taking step by step toward Mo Weiran.
Upon seeing this, Mo Weiran's heart leapt to his throat, "You... don't come any closer!"
Unperturbed, the girl kept her gaze fixed on Mo Weiran, taking one step after another toward him.
