"Do you know me?"
This girl was astonishingly beautiful, but in Musheng's memory, she had no impression of this girl at all. The girl's current behavior seemed somewhat inexplicable to Musheng.
Liu Fu looked at Musheng, gazing down at her condescendingly. Even when she saw her own form, there was no ripple of emotion in her eyes.
Jealousy, shock, envy.
The emotions she often saw on others' faces were entirely absent.
She observed her with a calm and indifferent gaze, as though Musheng were no different from anyone else in her eyes, merely an unrelated passerby.
Her tranquility didn't disappoint her in the least.
Liu Fu trembled slightly as she pushed her wheelchair slowly forward and stopped beside Musheng. Musheng looked down at her without any surprise in her eyes, which seemed to hold galaxies and oceans but not the silhouette of Liu Fu.
