When Qiao Suisui first saw Lanze, if not for those deep blue eyes as melancholic and vacant as the sea, she would have hardly dared to recognize him. Before, he had a slender figure, and his entire being was cold yet quiet, a blend of youthful innocence and an aristocratic prince's demeanor that was unforgettable.
But now, Lanze not only had his hair cut short, making him look much more capable than before, he seemed no longer that easy to talk to, and even the leg that had been injured before could now walk as usual.
Qiao Suisui was overjoyed. "Lanze, where on earth have you been? I've been looking for you for so long."
Lanze smiled apologetically and said, "I told you my whereabouts in the letter, didn't you... receive it?"
"A letter? What letter?"