In the cold night, that figure looked very lonely.
The hazy moonlight fell on the man. He faced the sea, giving off a lonely and helpless feeling.
Qi Zhen: "…"
If Meng Chuyuan had not recognized this familiar figure in time, she might have really thought that someone was taking things too hard.
Meng Chuyuan put away her cautiousness and walked toward him gracefully. She asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Zhen turned around. When he saw Meng Chuyuan, the melancholy on his face quickly disappeared.
He smiled and said, "Sister Meng."
Meng Chuyuan sensed that he was deliberately hiding something, but she could not ask directly. She could only ask indifferently, "Is there something on your mind?"
Hearing Meng Chuyuan's words, Qi Zhen smiled bitterly. "No."
