Distance
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
However, when the figure jumped down from the tree and the whole person came into sight, a dark light flashed across his eyes involuntarily.
It wasn't her.
Feng Jiu held the teacup in her hand and turned it gently. She looked at Jun Jueshang, who had slowly lowered his eyes after he saw her, and the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily into a smile.
It seemed that he had mistaken her for her elder sister. That's right, the both of them liked to wear red clothes, no wonder he had gotten it wrong. She smiled and walked inside slowly with the cup in her hand.
"Feng Jiu?"
Jun Jueshang looked at the woman who had walked in and asked with indifference. Although he had asked, the expression on his face showed that he already knew the answer. Even though he had never met Feng Jiu before, he could still guess the identity of the person in front of him.
"That's right."