Fu Xiyao was here.
Ling limu looked at Fu Xiyao and bumped into her beautiful and bright eyes. She was also looking at him.
Zuo Li and Mo Zihao left quickly. They walked to the door and whispered, “Junior sister xiyao, talk to limu more. We’ll wait outside.”
The door closed. Fu Xiyao lifted her feet and walked to the chair opposite Ling Limu and sat down.
She looked at Ling Limu. After not seeing him for a few days, Ling Limu had lost a lot of weight. His deep black eyes were more reserved and silent than usual. His soft bangs rested on his forehead, he was still... as clean, handsome, and elegant as before.
“You...”
“You...”
The two of them spoke at the same time.
Fu Xiyao curled her red lips slightly. “You go first.”
Ling limu looked at her, his deep black eyes overflowing with soft and gentle ripples. He called out to her in a low voice, “Yaoyao, are you crying?”
Her fair eyes were red as she looked at him charmingly.
