"What's the matter?" The girl asked him, furrowing her eyebrows as she focused on him.
"No, nothing!" Luo'er waved his hand, deciding not to pursue it any further.
For some inexplicable reason, from the first moment he laid eyes on the girl, he felt a sense of familiarity. As a result, he began to question whether he was becoming as fickle as a breath of air due to his numerous encounters with young women.
Although the girl before him had not displayed any friendly expressions from the start, he had no strong feelings of disgust or indifference towards her. Instead, whenever she looked at him, he felt an inner warmth.
Upon hearing Luo'er's words, the girl scanned him up and down, her eyebrows still furrowed, then asked hesitantly, "Why do you dress differently from the others?"
