Yu Qiao continued to stare at the woman in front of him. The face was familiar but still somewhat different. To him, this woman is beautiful, sporting a seemingly perfect heart-shaped face, flawless high nose, and thin lips. Just staring at her, his throat already runs dry.
"Lihua?" he asked again, his brows wrinkling further, unsure of what to feel at this time. Confusion? Bewilderment? Hurt? Despite having mixed emotions, he is still unable to look away from her face, especially from her eyes. Even though those gems are narrowly looking at him, either trying to see clearly or to glare coldly, Yu Qiao does not mind. He feels like staring at them forever.
Mo Lihua couldn't stand Yu Qiao's penetrating gaze, so she bowed her head and stepped sideways to create distance from Yu Qiao, but he just stopped her from moving further by circling his arms around her waist, keeping her close.
