Xu Chaomu was somewhat constrained, the atmosphere at this time was especially tense, as if even the air was permeated with unease.
To cover her own restlessness, she picked up the teacup and quietly listened to the remainder of Zhou Ran's words.
"Chaomu, what do you think of Achi as a person?" Zhou Ran said indifferently.
She was sitting next to Shen Cexian, her gaze fixed on Xu Chaomu's face.
The girl had grown increasingly beautiful, but beauty was the least of what Shen Chi lacked.
Every move Xu Chaomu made was under her scrutiny, she refused to overlook any detail.
No sooner had the question been posed than Zhou Ran saw Xu Chaomu lower her eyelids, silently staring at the tea in her hand.
In the transparent glass cup, the green tea leaves twisted and floated, gradually unfolding in the hot water.
"To me, he is one of a kind," Xu Chaomu said, her tone spare yet solemn.
In a lifetime, one meets many people, some replaceable, but some are truly irreplaceable.