Seeing her eyes momentarily lose focus, Qinghe suddenly clenched his hands. His thin lips pressed into a straight line as he closely watched her, fearing he might miss any subtle change.
Dong Huiying regained her senses: "Are you some kind of big shot?"
Qinghe was speechless: "…No." Not exactly, since after he entered the palace years ago, he rarely appeared before the public.
"Well then?" She rolled her eyes: "Since you're not a well-known big shot, isn't it normal that I don't recognize you? However..." She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Why does it sound like I should know you? Do you know me, or have you seen me before?"
The Capital is different from other places, Dong Dabao once lived here for many years. However, if she still had the dark and pockmarked face she had when she first crossed over, it would make sense for him to recognize her at a glance. But heaven knows, her current appearance is completely different from her former image.
