She turned back to find it was He Qimo, her heart trembled, and she froze.
Because she had never seen He Qimo like this.
His image was disheveled and unkempt; even when their relationship was bad, He Qimo always cared about his appearance.
However, at this moment, his hair was a mess, there was a young stubble on his chin, a loosened tie, and a cigarette butt burning faintly between two fingers of his right hand.
Currently, besides lacking the impulsive elegance of his youthful days,
there was not even the most basic sense of familiarity.
Of course, if it weren't for those perpetually sharp, eagle-like eyes, honed by society over eight years, emitting coldness and an indescribable aura, she might not have recognized him.
Gu Zixuan was in a daze, her eyes trembling.
What happened to him? Because of the divorce?
But wasn't he the one insisting on the divorce?
Gu Zixuan didn't speak.
He Qimo also, under the light of the corridor, looked at her scream with a slight daze.
