"But..." She said she wanted to talk to you.
Mi Li gave Xin Xiaozhen a complicated look, then fell silent, choosing to turn around and leave with Lun Sui.
She noticed that Lun Sui seemed particularly harsh toward Xin Xiaozhen.
If she wasn't Yu Chenxi and didn't know Xin Xiaozhen, why was he so hostile?
A heart that had just calmed slightly began to churn again.
Xin Xiaozhen stared at their backs, her vision shifting from blurry to clear and back to blurry again. In the cold wind, her face was nearly transparent white.
As if out of control, she took steps forward, following behind Lun Sui and Mi Li.
Mi Li bit her lip and sneakily looked back over her shoulder.
Then, she slowly raised her head, turning toward the man beside her. Lun Sui's profile, sharp as if carved by a ghostly hand, was slightly tense at that moment. Suddenly, she felt an illusion—Lun Sui might actually be...
She quickly shook her head, telling herself, "Impossible!"
