It wasn't a question, it was a question that was clearly asked.
Nangong Yen clutched her hands tightly on her knees. She lowered her head and her long hair fell down. Her shoulders trembled with laughter.
When she was in the Imperial College of Medicine, Aman had recognized her. Her disguise in front of him had long been meaningless.
"Can I ask, how did you recognize me?" She raised her face. The tears had not yet dried up, but there was already a smile on her face, forming a huge contrast.
"Your eyes, as well as your hatred for me." Aman coldly looked at her. "The first time I saw you when I came to the Ruidan Imperial Palace, your eyes told me that you are Nangong."
"It seems..." Nangong looked at Aman with love and hatred. "In your eyes, I have a deep impression. Is that right, Aman?"
"Indeed," Aman said. "It's just that it's not a good impression."
