After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

Duan Luchong's expression remained unchanged. He chuckled and bowed slightly to Shen Zhao. "It is indeed rude, but I am really curious, what kind of woman is qualified to stand beside the Seventh Young Master?"

Even through the transparent lenses, Shen Zhao could sense the creepy gleam in their eyes when they spoke. These were the people in the main house, and none of them were easy to deal with.

Shen Zhao was not scared off by his words. She walked up from behind Mu Yanchen, stood beside him, and naturally held Mu Yanchen's arm with one hand, as if she had done it hundreds of times.

She looked at Duan Luchong without hesitation, facing his scrutinizing gaze without fear, "I'm standing right in front of you."

Duan Lu Chong let out a slightly puzzled "Oh" and said with a curled lip corner: "Then I am really honored to be the first to see your face. After all, you look very similar to that person. Anyway, I wish you a good time. I have things to do so I won't delay the Seventh Young Master."

After saying this, he left in a leisurely manner, as if he respected Mu Yanchen, but in fact, nothing happened. He was naturally superior to others because he had Mu Guichao behind him.

Although Shen Zhao didn't care, she still felt that she was being suppressed by him in her heart, as if there was something else behind their words, and she was the only one who didn't know the content.

She looked at Duan Lu Chong's back in confusion, then turned her head to glance at Mu Yanchen, "Who is he talking about?"

She always felt that Duan Lu Chong's words were not that simple, and if some things were not made clear, it would be difficult to move forward.

Mu Yanchen frowned slightly, and he knew that this trip was not that simple. Facing Shen Zhao's puzzled gaze, he did not avoid it, but this was indeed not the time to talk about that matter, so he said lightly: "The person he was talking about was the person I loved before, but that person has passed away."

Shen Zhao didn't know what mood she was in. It was not the first time she heard that Mu Yanchen had a white moonlight. Both Lin Han and Situ Rui had told her not to be self-righteous and that she would never be able to surpass that white moonlight.

But there was not a single item related to that person in the manor. She thought that what they said was nonsense, but she never thought it was true!

And she looks very similar to that person!

She looked at Mu Yanchen solemnly, and a voice in her heart seemed to tell her that Mu Yanchen chose her not only for her medical skills but also for her appearance, and he treated her as a substitute for that man.

The chandeliers in the venue reflected dazzling light, but Shen Zhao felt dizzy, as if he was trapped in an illusory and colorful vortex, and his hand holding Mu Yanchen seemed to be shaking.

Yes, what kind of person is she, she actually dreamed of being with him. Apart from her impressive medical skills, everything else about her was not a match for him. Guan Qi had warned her long ago, but she made the mistake again.

She grinned, but couldn't even open her mouth wide, and her smile was uglier than her crying.

She knew she couldn't cry, but her eye sockets still turned red and filled with moisture, as if the tears would flow down from the corners of her eyes at any moment.

The words she had prepared came to her lips, but she couldn't say them. Her eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment. Mu Yanchen saw all of this, and his heart felt as if someone was squeezing it, and it ached fiercely.

Mu Yanchen waited for a while, but Shen Zhao still said nothing. She tried her best to endure it, and her hand holding his seemed to fall down as if she was losing strength. At the moment she fell, Mu Yanchen caught her.

He grasped her hanging hand tightly with his bony hand, and pulled her back into his arms in front of everyone. He held her in his arms with such force that she could not struggle. He lowered his head close to her ear and murmured in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's not what you think."

"What is that?" Shen Zhao couldn't help sobbing, but still didn't shed tears in front of everyone. With red eyes, he glanced at Mu Yanchen who was standing nearby.

She was not so impulsive as to throw off his shackles and run out of the venue. Instead, she placed her hands on his chest, hinting at resistance.

In full view of everyone, Mu Yanchen turned around and grabbed her wrist and walked further inside. Shen Zhao didn't know the way, and he lowered his head under the surprised gazes along the way. It was not until he was brought into an inner room, which was so empty that you could hear a pin drop, that Shen Zhao raised his head.

Mu Yanchen seemed to have brought her into a guest room. There was an intricately cut crystal chandelier overhead, murals on the walls, ancient stone bricks on the floor, and a medieval sofa in the middle, which looked like it was used for meeting guests.

Through the porch, you can vaguely see the end of the palace-style bed inside. The quilt is folded neatly and there is no sign of anyone coming in.

She retracted her gaze slightly and returned her eyes to Mu Yanchen, only to see that his eyes were staring at her solemnly, like a lake without waves, so quiet that it was frightening, and Shen Zhao's heart trembled.

She shrank back unconsciously, but every time she took a step back, he took a step forward, until there was no way to retreat, and she was once again trapped in his circle, unable to escape.

"Don't be afraid."

A deep voice sounded, like a stone thrown into the lake. Shen Zhao glanced at him in confusion, "Explain, I don't think I guessed wrong."

Mu Yanchen nodded, he reached out and touched her cheek, then stopped when she shuddered, "That's right, but it's also wrong."

"how?"

Shen Zhao didn't like the distance between them at this moment. It seemed as if every breath was entangled with each other, unable to escape and slowly falling.

She did not miss the pain in Mu Yanchen's eyes, but why? Shouldn't she be the one who is sad? He used her as a substitute, and he admitted it, but why did he look sadder than her?

Just when she thought he was going to explain to her, Mu Yanchen let go of her and took a step back. In an instant, a cold wind poured in between them, making them feel both cold and sober.

"Why don't you explain?" Shen Zhao was a little anxious.

Mu Yanchen lowered his eyelashes, like a small umbrella covering the emotions in his eyes. Shen Zhao couldn't see clearly but felt depressed, as if he had experienced the loneliness in the car and the feeling of suffocation before death again.

Mu Yanchen pursed his lips, the corners of his lips were pulled straight, "You do look like her, but you are not her substitute. As for why, I really can't tell you now."

"Then when?" Shen Zhao's eyes were filled with hope. "Can I continue to trust you?"

Mu Yanchen asked, "How do you think I have treated you during this period of time?"

Shen Zhao lowered her head and asked herself, Mu Yanchen had been very good to her during this period, and she never felt that he was looking for anyone through her. Every time they came into contact, she only felt that he loved her and held her carefully in his hands.

"Excellent, no one has ever been so nice to me."

"Do you think I'm taking advantage of you?" Mu Yanchen's eyes were dark as he glared at her deeply.

“I have indeed thought about it.”