Gu Zheng lowered his eyes. The sketch in Qiao Xi's hand was very simple. The lines were very casual, but the man's facial features were very clear. His eyes were gentle, and there was a scar on his forehead.
He looked at it quietly for a while and said softly, "No."
Qiao Xi had an expression as if she had expected this and frowned. "I don't have any impression of this man, but I dreamed of him. He's the man who drugged me in my dream and took my blood."
Gu Zheng's gaze landed on the painting again, and his gaze gradually became sharp. The man's face was exquisite, and his eyes were filled with sorrow, but Gu Zheng felt that his gaze was not sincere.
"Let Song Shijing investigate it."
Qiao Xi hurriedly waved her hand. "Let's not alert the enemy yet. I don't know if this man really exists or if I imagined it. Even if he really exists, we can't brazenly investigate."
