Qianxue was first frightened by her gaze, then twisted by the pain in her heart from her appearance. This face was familiar, almost identical to that Leng guy, inexplicably causing her heartache.
The woman's eyes were suffocating, mixed with various emotions, shining with sharp light, as if she were an enemy who shared deep-seated hatred with her. Qianxue's heart skipped a beat, she turned her eyes back to the red digital keypad, her heart thumping wildly.
This feeling was too bizarre.
"Are you looking for Leng Chenxuan?" she heard the woman ask her from the side, her voice cold.
"No, I'm here to deliver flowers," she calmly replied, swinging the carry bag in her hand to ease her sore arm. She didn't know any Leng Chenxuan.
"Oh, really?" The woman let out a cool laugh, whether it was mocking or implying something else, she said, "You shouldn't blame him anymore, after all, he was truly passionate back then and couldn't care about anything else."
