"How much do you miss me?"
Zhan Se narrowed her eyes, pressing her temples and adjusting to the light before she looked at him, "Miss you? Wishful thinking!" She had heard Emperor Quan's arrival. However, she didn't ponder why she immediately knew it was him.
With cold eyes fixed upon her, Emperor Quan pursed his lips and did not answer.
Feeling the sharp gazes from three different angles, Zhan Se sensed the air was amiss.
She raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to the computer—
The portrait on the screen was of a man upright and handsome, reserved and compelling.
After looking once and then again, she too was taken aback.
This man, why did he seem a bit familiar?
No, to be precise, it wasn't the facial features that were familiar, but those eyes… the sinister tail of the eye. Quickly, she confirmed it. The expression at the tail of the eyes in the portrait resembled Emperor Quan's by at least sixty to seventy percent.
