Looking from behind at an angle, all one could see was the translucent lobe of her ear, the smooth contour of her jawline advancing forward, and a slight upward curl of her lips.
In fact, there was nothing particularly remarkable to see, but her hair fluttering in the wind combined with her ivory profile was strikingly reminiscent of the youth Su Huai had long forgotten.
Damn it, why does every one of her gestures hit me so hard?
Internally cursing the absurdity, Su Huai quietly positioned himself to her side and slightly behind her.
Then Xiao Fugui and Chuchu both stopped in their tracks—they were unfamiliar with Su Huai's scent, as he had never fed them even once in this lifetime.
Gu Jiuyue called out to them several times but failed to make smooth contact, soon realizing where the problem lay, and turned her head to look back.
Su Huai was also looking at her.
He wanted to know how she would react; it was a kind of personality test.
Unexpectedly, her response surprised him.
