Luo SuiFeng felt a thump in his chest. Even though he had guessed that it might be her, when it was indeed her, he hesitated for a moment.
Thinking of Wen Rou, he knew he shouldn't make this request, but he made it anyway.
Mù Qiānxún had a faint, barely-there smile playing on her lips. She just watched Luo SuiFeng, her eyes unfazed, not a hint of mockery, sarcasm, sadness or even a trace of fluctuation.
Upon seeing her like this, Luo SuiFeng's heart jumped in his chest without a trace of emotion in his eyes. The feeling was like he had thoroughly walked out of her life, never to step in again.
It was terrifying.
Mù Qiānxún remained silent, and Luo SuiFeng opened his mouth to explain.
"Wen Rou just returned, and the Hegemonic Gaming Company contacted her. They said her voice was similar to that of the floral demon NPC in their game and asked if it was her. They wanted her as their spokesperson. I heard that voice, and I knew it was yours, so..."
Luo SuiFeng couldn't go on.
