After hesitating for a long time, Lan Xiu finally looked up at her.
His eyes were filled with complicated emotions, and in an instant, his eyes returned to their usual silence.
He took a deep breath and swallowed the wine in his mouth. He drank it quickly and coughed twice. He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he could say to her.
He had always known how intelligent the woman in front of him was. For so long, she had also known about Dongfang Liuyun's existence, but she had never taken the initiative to mention it. However, he had mentioned it several times before, Leng Xinran did not ask any further.
"I don't mean anything. After all, everyone has a past, and you know my past clearly. I don't want to interfere with your feelings too much, so don't feel unhappy."
Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, Leng Xinran smiled without saying anything else.
