"Did Luoyu tell you?" Shang Yu straightened his shirt collar and turned his head to look at Li Qiao, his gaze deep and heavy.
Upon hearing this, Li Qiao neither confirmed nor denied but slowly crossed her legs, her eyes and brows carrying a trace of defiance. "Doesn't matter who told me, I'm just practicing 'know your enemy, know yourself'."
Shang Yu gazed at her intently, his thin lips curving into a faint smile. He pinched her shoulder, his voice slightly hoarse, "If you want to know something in the future, you can ask me directly."
Li Qiao looked at him skeptically, appraising the man who had just woken up, his brows and eyes still tinged with languor.
The usually neat black shirt had some creases, his bangs hung over his forehead, exuding a wild unruliness but also a certain softness that came after recovery.
