Su Xianghui looked at Lou Wenmao and didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
She was very nervous. She felt that Lou Wenmao was becoming more and more handsome. He was wearing a black shirt. Under the moonlight, he looked even more otherworldly, mysterious, and elegant.
The two of them looked at each other as if there was no one else around.
Lou Wenmao was the first to move. He walked elegantly to su Xianghui and said softly, "It's been a few months since we last met. Does Xianghui still remember me?"
Lou Wenmao's voice was very gentle. When he looked at su Xianghui, his eyes were also gentle.
Su Xianghui heard Lou Wenmao's voice and knew it was real. It was his voice. He had returned. It was not an illusion.
She should have been happy, but for some reason, her nose felt a little sour, and her eyes were a little red with a trace of sourness. She couldn't help but cry.
However, she tried her best to control her emotions and not let herself cry.
