This question, Lu Xingzhou had asked before, but his tone was very different now.
Before, it was delivered in a cold and stern tone.
Now, it carried a softness, and even a hint of ambiguity.
"I've looked into you, but I couldn't find anything," Lu Xingzhou admitted, his starry eyes clear.
Jiang Man hadn't expected him to be so direct.
"Where's the fun in me just telling you the answer?" She quirked up the corners of her mouth, laughing with a mix of arrogance and wildness.
"Don't you want to play the game for real? You'll have to discover me bit by bit, like peeling an onion. Just be aware, it might sting your eyes and bring tears."
"A few tears are nothing," Lu Xingzhou laughed unrestrainedly, his eyes misted over with a hazy layer.
"Do you have any idea, Jiang Man, how lethal it is to look at flowers through the fog? The more you half-conceal yourself, the more I want to disperse the fog and see you clearly."
