Qiao Jing fixed her gaze on the man, whose eyes were profound, his dark pupils reflecting only her, as if they couldn't contain anyone else.
The water droplets from the man's hair trickled down his forehead to his face, over his nose, yet he paid no heed, just kept staring intently at Qiao Jing.
Lu Zijiao scratched the back of his head, and began to inwardly meditate.
The atmosphere stiffened, and the man continued to stand in the rain, watching, and inexplicably, Qiao Jing's anger flared up.
"If I don't answer today, will you just stand here in the rain forever?"
Zhan Qipei didn't speak, continuing to gaze unwaveringly at Qiao Jing.
Two seconds later, Qiao Jing turned and walked away.
"This—" Now Lu Zijiao was more anxious than the emperor himself!
She just left?
Isn't that too heartless?
