As Xu Shulou spoke, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Lu Jingzhi didn't say anything, just shrugged her shoulders.
She didn't know this place was Xu Shulou's.
What if someone needed her help?
"Since you have nothing going on, I'll leave first." Lu Jingzhi turned to leave, but Xu Shulou stopped her, "Wait."
She tilted her head slightly, "Yes?"
"I'll take you to the Imperial Capital."
Lu Jingzhi shook her head, "No need, I have to go back and find Xiaoya."
Her figure gradually disappeared into the night.
"Sir, everything is under control, and we should set off."
Xu Shulou didn't say a word, his eyes filled with lingering gloom and chill.
If Lu Jingzhi looked back at him, she would undoubtedly shake her head and sigh—when they met in Yangjia Village, he looked just like this.
And the way he was when they once had lived together seemed like an illusion of flowers in a mirror and the moon on the water.
