Xie Ziyuan's sudden awakening caught both the living and the dead off guard.
Especially because the topic of "white moonlight" had stirred up a tangled mess of relationships.
He was her white moonlight.
She felt he was also his white moonlight.
He had once been jealous because of Xie Ziyuan.
And just now, she had also felt jealous because of Xie Ziyuan.
The couple getting jealous of each other over the same person—truly, what goes around comes around.
In a way, the two of them were chasing after the same person.
Xie Ziyuan's head still throbbed faintly. He looked calmly at the pair across from him.
Qing Wu dryly said, "You're not dead, my brother's still breathing, and I've crawled back from the grave too. Surprise, right? Hahaha."
Xiao Chenyan looked at her, at a loss for words: You really know how to talk.
Xie Ziyuan paused a few seconds, then cooperatively nodded. "Surprise."
