Lu Chang'an glanced back and was startled.
He had thought the woman had already left, but to his surprise, she was still standing there. When Lu Chang'an looked over, she gave a gentle, warm smile, her charm undiminished by the years.
"I don't know either." Lu Chang'sheng frowned.
He had a vague guess in his heart, but the times they'd met were so few, he couldn't be sure all at once.
Decades had passed, and the faces of so many acquaintances had changed drastically.
If not for the fact that this woman was from the Qin Family, he would never have thought of that person.
On the other side, as Lu Chang'sheng's figure finally disappeared, the woman turned back into the Qin Mansion, her face now full of melancholy.
Just then, a woman in white came out. Seeing her so absentminded, she couldn't help but shake her head.
"Qingzhu, is that thing you told me about true?"
The woman turned to look at the lady in white and asked.
"It should be true."
