Qiao Mo was once again taken aback, completely unprepared for him to brush past her just like that.
Instinctively, she snapped out of it and rushed forward to grab his large hand: "Fu Nancheng..."
He paused slightly in his stride, not turning back, somewhat longing for the warmth in her palm.
"Did I upset you?" Qiao Mo spoke softly, with a hint of caution.
She just didn't understand, didn't understand why he suddenly treated her like this.
In her heart... she felt a bit uneasy.
He finally turned around, his slightly weary dark eyes landed on her small face, somewhat dazed.
The small face in front of him was clearly the one in his memory...
How could it be wrong... how could it possibly be wrong?
He didn't believe he would mistake her...
Qiao Mo couldn't understand the complexity in his eyes, only feeling that he seemed a bit confused and somewhat sad.
The redness in his eyes was heavy, with a touch of distraction.
She kept waiting for his response.
