The overhead chandelier was on, and it was glaringly bright.
Lu Yang's expression remained unchanged as she looked up at him, and there was no trace of emotion on his distinct facial features.
In the unusually quiet room, her voice was as clear as a summer spring. "The person in the photo is you."
She was at ease with the past, not clinging to it, but that didn't mean she would turn a blind eye and pretend it didn't exist.
The familiar yet mixed with unfamiliar mysterious aura emanating from him couldn't be ignored by her.
Jiang Yanzhou pressed his fingers against the cup, exerting force, veins bulging, and after a moment, his gaze intensified as he asked her, "Lu Yang, do you like me?"
He vaguely felt that for a moment, their relationship had reached its lowest point.
