Qiaoxu turned her head, just in time to meet Lu Moqing's dark and scrutinizing gaze.
These eyes, ice-cold, unfamiliar, deep, and carrying a strong sense of defense, made Qiaoxu's heart feel a little heavy.
"Mozqing?"
Why did Moqing look at her with such unfamiliar eyes, without the usual gentleness, without the joy of reuniting after such a long time, but with such chilling strangeness?
Lu Moqing stared at her for a long time, and finally, hesitated to speak:
"You are Su Rou?"
Qiaoxu, who initially was still somewhat confused, instantly became serious, "What did you say?"
Lu Moqing looked at Qiaoxu, intending to emphasize his words again, but when he looked at the pair of eyes in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to mention Su Rou's name again in front of this woman.
All he knew was that he had heard Su Rou's name repeatedly, over and over, in his ears. He didn't know who this Su Rou was, but some vague memories told him that this person had once helped him greatly.
