Lou Xining's words seemed to be meant both for Xing Chen and for himself.
He now understood Xing Chen's feelings, and next, he needed to persuade his sister not to persist so stubbornly.
Xing Chen looked at the somewhat strange Lou Xining, and there seemed to be a certain clarity in his deep eyes.
His judgment of people had always been accurate.
It was likely that Lou Xining had come to test him.
It's probable that Lou Xinyu had already spoken out about it.
Thinking about the masquerade ball that night, Xing Chen thought that perhaps Lou Xining could also become a witness.
With this in mind, Xing Chen would not sit and wait for his doom. He leisurely leaned back on the sofa, crossing his long legs and playing with the buttons on his left shirt sleeve with his right hand.
His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze was profound and distant.
"Xining, do you remember what mask I wore at the masquerade ball that night?"
