It was on the battlefield, where they were comrades in arms; he could never stand by and watch as a comrade got wounded, no matter who it was, he would rescue them.
"You've been in a coma for a year, and Zhou Yuwei has been taking care of you for a whole year. It's evident how deeply she feels for you. You have a passionate man, and she a willing woman; should I make room for you two?"
Mo Junhua's face remained cold as he looked straight at Lan Tian without uttering a word.
"Oh, right, she also read love poems to you, let me recite one for you. 'Tea flowers bloom in the mountains, yet the person from afar does not return. The clouds on the horizon carry away my longing, have you heard the message brought by the wind...'" Lan Tian imitated Zhou Yuwei's tone, his voice fluctuating melodically, akin to the warbling of orioles.
