Zuo Xiangning lifted her head to look into the eyes behind the mask.
The part of the mask over the eyes was just as large as his eyes, so she couldn't see the shape of his eyes at all.
"What is it?" the man adjusted the bowtie that had skewed to one side and said, "You know, women shouldn't look at men with such eyes, it's easy to lead to misunderstandings."
"Who are you?" Zuo Xiangning asked tremulously, "Do you really know Lingxiao or not?"
"Why do you keep asking me this question?" the man asked curiously, "If he is around, he will come back to find you, and if he isn't, then you need to forget about him. Sometimes, people have to learn to let go."
"You really resemble him," Zuo Xiangning bit her lip and whispered softly, "It's a pity you're not him..."
Zuo Xiangning untied the lacing in front of her neck and tied it again, murmuring softly, "Let's go."
The man's gaze turned slightly somber as he stepped out the door first.
