"Yesterday you were wrapped up so tightly, even wearing contact lenses over your eyes, who could recognize you as..."
"I didn't change my eyelashes, and even after removing my makeup, you couldn't tell," Lu Xiaoyou said seriously to him.
The man's throat tightened, "Who could recognize from the eyelashes..."
"If it was the old you, you'd definitely have spotted it."
Lu Xiaoyou's words made him increasingly irritable inside. The old him was an incomplete version of himself; the present him has much sharper insight.
"In the end, it's because you don't like me anymore."
Lu Xiaoyou moved closer to him, her delicate face lifted upwards, gazing into Long Xiliang's eyes, seeing her reflection.
She looked at Long Xiliang as if she could see through to the deep secrets hidden within his heart.
Long Xiliang blinked, his head instinctively leaning back, avoiding Lu Xiaoyou's probing gaze.
