His walk was another clue. Even after changes, Gu Chengrui still carried the telltale posture of a soldier. This newfound elegance felt alien to her.
Zhou Ying pushed the noodles toward him. "I haven't eaten in two days. Eat quickly."
Gu Chengrui started eating, his movements devoid of their usual roughness. He even picked up the noodles with chopsticks instead of slurping them.
A glint flickered in her eyes as she observed him. In a flash, a dagger materialized in her hand, held against his throat. "Who are you? What have you done to Chengrui?"
Gu Chengrui, or whoever inhabited his body now, chuckled, pushing the hand holding the weapon away. "Let me finish first, then I'll explain everything."
"You better," Zhou Ying warned, refusing to relax her vigilance.
Despite the smile playing on his lips, Gu Chengrui devoured the noodles with uncharacteristic speed, yet remained silent.
