Su Luo's skin was very fair, shimmering subtly in the sunlight, like a peeled egg. Her head was lowered, and from Cha Yuemu's perspective, he could see that her earlobes were slightly tinged with pink.
He knew his cousin well.
She seldom blushed, but when she was shy, her earlobes would turn red first.
As flushed as they were, he wondered what level of embarrassment she was feeling at the moment. But she would still painstakingly maintain her usual nonchalant demeanor on her face.
He used to love teasing her, watching her pretend to be calm. But now, her appearance was only to be presented to another.
His heart was filled with melancholy and bitterness, even more so as he heard Su Luo's sweet and soft voice calling out, "Brother Jiang Shu."
The sound was like a thunderclap, causing Cha Yuemu's legs to weaken slightly.
Once, Su Luo had called him in the same way.
