The woman's eyes, brimming like rippling water, captured the moment. Emperor Quan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he involuntarily lifted her chin, his voice rougher than before, "Speak."
"The woman you used to be with, did she look a lot like me?"
No sooner had she spoken these words than Zhan Se felt the man's body stiffen abruptly, his gaze upon her deepened immeasurably. After a few seconds of eye contact, as he remained silent, she thought the situation had become quite clear.
Then, with a self-deprecating smile, she turned her head away.
"Forget it, you don't need to answer, pretend I didn't ask."
"Zhan Xiaoyao—," Emperor Quan said in a deep voice, turning her face back to his, forcing her to look at him, "Do you really want to know?"
Did she really want to know?
Zhan Se's eyebrows rose slightly, the curve almost like a smile, yet there was no smile on her face.
"I was just curious, nothing more."
To her surprise, Emperor Quan nodded, "Yes."
