Miao Zifu got a clearer look at the man's face, and her face paled instantly. Trembling and nervous, she pushed away the person in front of her. "Who are you? I don't know you! Let go of me…"
Miao Zifu frantically tried to push him away—it wasn't clear why she would meet this man in Ning An City. At that point in time, she had no time to process the situation and could only feel her mind blanking out. She definitely couldn't let An Yexuan find out.
"Fu, my flower, don't you recognize me anymore? My flower, it's me, Duan Qiushu, the one you love!" Duan Qiushu looked at her, seemingly in pain. Although he was tipsy, his mind was still clear. No matter how much the person in front of him had changed, he would still be able to recognize her with one look.
