When Anlan Xintong went downstairs, she would turn her head back three times to look at Yue manzhu.
Anlan Xintong herself understood that perhaps she wasn't looking at Yue manzhu, but rather the Yang manqin in her heart.
She knew that Yue manzhu was yang manqin.
However, Yue manzhu didn't know.
He did not have any memories of the modern era.
Anlan Xintong wasn't stupid. In her heart, she clearly knew that everything that Yue manzhu had shown was just an appearance. His true appearance was hidden very deeply.
But no matter what, he was the person she had come to this world to find.
No matter what he looked like, he was still him, still yang manqin.
He was the person who had risked his life to save her. He was the person who had cooked for her and doted on her when he was unwell.
When Anlan Xintong arrived at the first floor, she looked up at the second floor with a complicated look in her eyes.
