After a while, the man finally turned around. His mask concealed all expressions on his face, making it impossible for her to discern his feelings; she only heard him say, "My name is Si Ling."
Si Ling?
Gu Nanqiao filtered the name in her mind, but it didn't ring a bell.
Despite her pain, she managed to speak up, "That... Mr. Si..."
But he didn't wait for her to finish and cut her off mid-sentence, "Actually, Si Ling is not my real name; my surname is Mo."
Surname Mo?
She frowned, still not recognizing it—no memory of it whatsoever.
Although suspicious at heart, she didn't ask more questions, both not wanting to pry too much into someone's privacy and because she was too pained to exert much effort.
Besides, considering his reticence, she guessed that even if she did ask, he probably wouldn't say much more.
