She had asked this question not just once, and although the answer was the same every time, Song Qiao still couldn't help but ask it again.
However, each time, Lu Jingchen's expression would only darken further, naturally, he would not agree.
But this time...
Lu Jingchen did not immediately answer Song Qiao's question. He took strides toward her, his gaze quietly fixed on her, the emotions in his eyes murky and unclear.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but Song Qiao felt that the man in front of her harbored an indescribable and unclear emotion in his eyes, as if he had suddenly made some decision.
For a moment, Song Qiao felt a wave of panic spread from the bottom of her heart throughout her body, giving her the urge to flee the battlefield. Even being looked at in such a way by the man made her feel uneasy, and she couldn't help but want to look away to avoid his gaze.
