Just now, Shang Lvxing focused his gaze on her and asked a question that was both shocking and speechless.
"When can you give me a title?"
Was she hearing things?
Or had Shang Lvxing been pushed to the brink of madness by Shang Yueling?
Lu Xining looked at the man before her with an expression as if he were crazy and bluntly said, "You and me... a title? Shang Lvxing, the sun hasn't set yet, and you're already spouting nonsense. Do you think there's any connection between us and that word?"
One stood inside the doorway, the other outside, and there was no spark of ambiguity as their gazes crossed.
Shang Lvxing stared intently at Lu Xining, whose face was full of disbelief. His dark eyes held a kind of light that was difficult to decipher. During those years she thought had no relevance to her, he had spent every day anticipating a reunion with Aunt Chu Yan, stubbornly waiting for the little princess from her stories.
"I know you won't admit it, so I brought a recording."