Li Qingshen lightly arched his eyebrows, a faint smile gracing his handsome face with an ever-present, understated elegance, his tone casual as if they were meeting for the first time, "Hello, Miss Ling."
His voice was still so pleasant to hear.
Cool and detached, it gave one a sense of ethereal distance.
Much like the man himself.
He called her Miss Ling.
Those three words seemed to pierce her heart mercilessly.
Ling Momo looked up and saw Li Qingshen; his demeanor was calm and serene without much emotional giveaway, as if they had always been strangers.
The man's charm remained unchanged, his bearing still filled with intriguing elegance.
Bathed in the glow of the banquet lights, his impeccably tailored suit highlighted his even more perfect physique.
A single glance at his eyes nearly made her lose control, but fortunately, she was no longer the naive girl who couldn't withstand turbulence.
