Huang Luoxiu's gaze was complicated.
He had never told Zi Lingxi about his identity.
He didn't think it was necessary to say this, and he didn't want to affect Zi Lingxi's mental state.
Moreover, he did not know how to tell her about his identity.
After all, to ordinary people, his identity was indeed a little special. Speaking of it, it might scare some people.
That was why his identity had always been kept a secret.
Huang Luoxiu was very careful with his sister. He protected her heart and soul so that she would not feel any discomfort.
He really didn't expect Zi Lingxi to ask such a question.
It wasn't that he didn't want to answer her, but he didn't know how to tell her.
Zi Lingxi paused for a moment. When she didn't hear Huang Luoxiu's reply, she started to feel uneasy.
Did I say something wrong? should I not have asked this question?
Zi Lingxi wanted to slap herself.
How could she have asked this question in such a muddled manner?
