A fashion queen

Mo Yunting took a deep breath and secretly made up his mind to be honest with Song Yuhang and tell him the long-hidden truth without reservation, so that Song Yuhang could completely get rid of the shadow and heavy burden of the past and embrace life again.

After several days of careful consideration, Mo Yunting carefully selected an elegant and welcoming café for their meeting. He arrived early and chose a quiet, comfortable corner seat, feeling a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. Not long after, Song Yuhang arrived at the café's entrance, as scheduled. When his eyes met Mo Yunting, seated in the corner, his expression instantly became complex: confusion, nervousness, and even a hint of wariness.

When Song Yuhang walked over to the table and sat down, Mo Yunting first gave him a friendly, slightly apologetic smile, then began to apologize sincerely. Then, Mo Yunting slowly recounted the forgotten past, telling Song Yuhang the true cause of Bai Tingting's death.

As Mo Yunting continued his narration, Song Yuhang's tense expression gradually relaxed, only to be replaced by a deep sense of shock and disbelief. He listened quietly, not interrupting Mo Yunting, only occasionally frowning slightly, as if trying to digest this sudden revelation. He didn't have a clear idea of what had happened, only that he had a confrontation with Bai Tingting, and then he was injured and unconscious. When he woke up, everything had changed, and it seemed like a lifetime ago.

After Mo Yunting finished speaking, Song Yuhang fell into a long silence. Time seemed to freeze, and the only sounds in the cafe were the soft background music and the hushed conversations of the people around him. After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuhang finally raised his head and looked across at Mo Yunting. His eyes were no longer filled with the previous wariness and confusion, but instead a flicker of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Thank you, Yun Ting." Song Yuhang's voice was slightly hoarse, but filled with sincere emotion. "For a while now, I've been mistakenly believing that I was the culprit behind Bai Tingting's death, and I've been suffering. Although I knew she deserved to die, when she said she was pregnant with me, I believed I was the one who killed them. Now that I know the truth, I feel like the heavy weight in my heart has finally fallen to the ground, and I can truly let go of the past."

Hearing Song Yuhang's heartfelt words, Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel relieved. He smiled, reached out, gently patted Song Yuhang's shoulder, and encouraged him, "Let the past go with the wind. We must always look forward. With your excellence and charm, I firmly believe that in the future, you will meet the woman you are destined to be with and reap your own sweet happiness."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuhang's face also broke into a long-lost bright smile. At this moment, the barriers and misunderstandings that once stood between the two of them vanished. They smiled at each other, their knots untied, and the friendship of the past revived.

"In that case, why don't we go out for a walk together, breathe the fresh air outside, and completely relax our body and mind, how about it?" Mo Yunting's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile as warm as the spring breeze. His deep and bright eyes looked at Song Yuhang expectantly, and he extended a sincere invitation.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuhang nodded and agreed without hesitation, a happy smile on his face: "Okay! I also want to go out for a walk." So, the two of them walked out of the coffee shop that was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, shoulder to shoulder.

The moment they stepped out of the shop, they were instantly enveloped by a brilliant sun. The warm light fell upon them, as if draping them in a golden veil. A gentle breeze, like a soft hand, caressed their cheeks, bringing bursts of refreshing coolness and comfort.

At this moment, the troubles that once troubled them gradually dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace. Only the rare peace and beauty remained in their hearts.

They strolled leisurely through the bustling streets, their steps neither hurried nor slow. Along the way, they chatted and laughed, the atmosphere light and cheerful. Mo Yunting enthusiastically shared his recently crafted business plan, detailing every detail and step, his eyes gleaming with confidence and longing. Song Yuhang, on the other hand, vividly recounted his thrilling experience—how he had skillfully infiltrated that mysterious shadowy organization as an undercover agent...