Lu stood transfixed. After a moment, she shut the door behind her and turned around slowly.
She looked at Jing Yiran who looked pale yet charming.
"You finally remember what my real name is."
"The faces are different, but the way you are dressed today is the same as the way you were dressed that day at Family Jing. I did get hit on my forehead, but I am not stupid. I can hardly ignore your look and air, Angel."
"So the charming look I saw last time was fake. No wonder no one was able to catch you. Who would ever expect that a little girl with an innocent face and a baby-voice hopping around with a lollipop would be the most wanted woman killer in the entire world? I knew that I had seen you somewhere before, but I couldn't remember it. That is because the face I saw on that occasion was a fake one."
Jing Yiran looked like he was smiling, but he was not.
