Chapter 529: Chapter 548: Why Did You Wear a Mask?

The cultural gap of three millennia was on full display in that moment.

For example, Mo Si had no idea what a "demon" was, but he instinctively felt it wasn’t a compliment and quickly retorted, "I’m not a demon!"

"Then your face—" Jiang Qiuqiu’s gaze remained fixed on Mo Si’s face.

In that moment, Mo Si knew the time had come.

He had hesitated and agonized, but now, he had to explain everything clearly.

Forced into this situation, Mo Si wasn’t nervous. Of course! ’It would’ve been even better if she hadn’t seen what just happened!’

"This is a bit complicated," Mo Si said. "But I didn’t lie to you on purpose."

"...Lied to me?" Jiang Qiuqiu seized on the key point. "What did you lie to me about?"

Mo Si fell silent for a moment. "How about we turn on the lights and talk this over slowly?"

She took a step back and, with a CLICK, turned on the light in the room.

The room instantly brightened, just like Mo Si’s heart at that moment—completely unburdened.

Since he was coming clean, he decided to hide nothing. Mo Si began his story from the beginning: Mo Chengyu’s mental breakdown and her need for Spiritual Combing.

Looking back, it was all actually a matter of fate.

Starry Sky Wander was no ordinary residential complex. Theoretically, properties here should never have made it onto the open market.

Jiang Qiuqiu’s presence here was a complete coincidence.

At the time, Mo Chengyu’s mental state was poor. Director Zhang, as well as their family and elders, had all hoped Mo Si would come here to provide her with spiritual guidance. After all, it was something Mo Si did often, and he was quite experienced.

Then, because Qiuqiu was frequently in and out of Mo Chengyu’s home at the time, he wore a virtual mask.

"...So, it wasn’t a mask made of human skin?"

"?" Mo Si was stunned.

Jiang Qiuqiu said, "Alright, my mistake. Let me ask another question, then. Why did you have to wear a mask just because there was an outsider—me—at Sister Chengyu’s place?"

"Because you might recognize me," Mo Si said. "My information is relatively classified."

"You know what happened after that, Qiuqiu. I didn’t intentionally hide it from you." Mo Si’s survival instinct was kicking into high gear. "I was planning to tell you everything before today, but I just couldn’t find the right time."

"I was going to tell you this afternoon, but you fell asleep. I was going to wait until you woke up, but..."

He was doing his best to paint himself as the perfectly devoted boyfriend, the kind who wouldn’t want to hide anything from his girlfriend for even a second.

But in Jiang Qiuqiu’s eyes, none of that was the main point. The point was: "So, your name, your identity, your information, and your face—they’re all fake?"

"..."

In that moment, Mo Si uttered the words he had imagined himself saying: "My information and my face might be fake, but Qiuqiu, my love for you is real."

The moment the words were out, even he felt that something sounded wrong.

And Jiang Qiuqiu was giving him a very peculiar look.

’It’s just as cringey as I imagined.’

Mo Si immediately tried again. "Qiuqiu, I really do like you."

"This is the first time I’ve ever liked someone."

His gaze was so earnest that Jiang Qiuqiu found it impossible not to believe his words.

"I believe you."

He broke into a smile.

"Then now, I want to see the real you," Jiang Qiuqiu said, propping herself up on the bed.

The inevitable moment had arrived. Mo Si agreed with a "Okay," raised his hand, and pressed the sensor on the mask. A moment later, he peeled it from his face.

The moment was fleeting, yet it also felt like an eternity.