The two were seated back to back, separated by an aisle. Mo Qiansu lifted her eyelids, looking at Lou Zixuan in the mirror.
"I never expected to see the day when the proud queen would bow her head to others," Lou Zixuan said with a lazy smile, "Once upon a time, even when you were crying, you held your head high, never letting your crown fall."
She paused, then continued, "But the Miss of the Mo Family fell from the clouds into the abyss overnight, left with nothing, and after four years, you're making such a high-profile return to the fashion runway. Should I say you're unlucky or lucky?"
Lou Zixuan's mood was clearly much more peaceful than the first time she met Mo Qiansu.
"Everyone's life can't always be smooth sailing. Fate is like this; adapting is everything," Mo Qiansu said calmly.
"That's quite a profound insight," Lou Zixuan suddenly clapped her hands, swiveled her chair around, and looked deeply at Mo Qiansu, "Ran, you've changed, changed a lot, you know?"