He lowered his head and buried his face in the back of Su Luo's hand.
Su Luo felt a warm, moist sensation between her fingers.
Tears?
Was he crying?
In her memory, this man seldom cried, and Su Luo's heart suddenly tightened, her neck stiff as she insisted, "I really haven't remembered yet!"
"Stop it!" The man's head was still buried in her hand, making his voice sound a bit muffled. "If you really hadn't remembered, you would have objected when Qing Yi called you 'my lady'. Also, when Lei Yun revealed your true identity, you weren't surprised at all!"
Su Luo...
This man was too clever and too attentive to detail.
The room fell silent. Lei Yun arrived at the door with some porridge, just about to enter, but Jiang Fei pulled him back, "Wait a bit longer, can't you see the atmosphere is just right?"
What's so good about this?
The little princess feels like crying!
