Qin Ruan glanced at Du Changheng lying not far away, a thoughtful look on her face.
After a while, she murmured, "Du Changheng is the scholar from another lifetime?"
Her tone was filled with certainty.
"Yes, it's him."
With a subtle movement, Lingfeng revealed her embroidered maple-leaf shoes, stepping slowly towards Du Changheng.
She squatted in front of him, a look of sorrow on her face, her tone filled with melancholy, "Du Lang, why won't you acknowledge Feng? Have you forgotten our promises of undying love?"
Her voice was thick with emotion and a touch of feminine gentleness, evoking compassion.
Du Changheng, who was lying on the ground, was quivering non-stop, his head buried in the ground as if pretending to be dead.
Seeing this, Qin Ruan's red lips curled into a sarcastic smile.
She walked over to Du Changheng's side and kicked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Quit playing dead."
Du Changheng stayed still.