Mo Shiche's pupils contracted, his long fingers pinching her chin,
Luo Qiangwei couldn't help but shiver nervously.
The next second, the man released his hand, straightening up and leaving behind a deep six-word message in her ear, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
When she opened her eyes, he had already left.
It seemed as if his unique scent still lingered all around.
Luo Qiangwei sat alone in her chair for a while until a waiter came over to pour water, then she looked up with a lazy smile and said, "I'll order the food."
Liansu entered from outside and saw her sitting alone at the dining table eating pasta, taking bites with refined elegance, but her eyes were fixed blankly on a spot, appearing listless and confused.
Tears overflowed from her eyes, but she seemed completely unaware, continuing to eat non-stop.
Tasting like wax.
Liansu walked in, stood by the table, and said, "Miss Luo."
