This wasn't the first time she had asked this question. Although the answer was always the same, Song Qiao couldn't help but ask it once more.
However, each time, Lu Jingchen's face would only grow more somber, naturally refusing to agree.
But this time...
Lu Jingchen didn't immediately answer Song Qiao's question. He started to walk toward her with long strides, his gaze steadily fixed on her, his emotions in his eyes inscrutable.
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Song Qiao felt as though there was an indescribable emotion hidden in the man's eyes, as if he had suddenly made some kind of decision.
For a moment, Song Qiao felt a wave of panic spreading from her heart through her body, giving her the impulse to flee the scene. Being looked at by the man this way made her feel uneasy, and she couldn't help but want to avert her eyes to avoid his gaze.
