Gu Luoxin stood there, his jaws hanging open in sheer disbelief. Cursed? Did Noir just say that his Joker skill card was… cursed? How??
The question lingered on the tip of Gu Luoxin's tongue, but he swallowed it back down. If there was one thing he learned after growing up with his workaholic uncle, it was to be sensible and not demand more when it was clear that the other person couldn't fulfill it. This way, he wouldn't have to put them in a difficult position.
This time, too, despite Noir's perpetual deadpan expression, somehow Gu Luoxin could tell that he was reluctant to divulge anything more about his Joker skill card.
And thus Gu Luoxin wouldn't ask. Because he didn't want to make things difficult for the emerald-eyed man.
