After Lu Yichen walked outside, he casually put one hand in his pocket and looked up at the night view.
The decorative light bulbs drew out the road and outlined a lovely figure in the middle of the lawn.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Or rather, he was thinking of someone.
But han qiqing knew very well that he was definitely not thinking about her.
She really wanted to ask, are you thinking about Xiaoxiao?
He clearly knew that Xiaoxiao wasn't around, but he still came to the ball. Why?
She could not understand what he was thinking.
Why was this person's mind so hard to guess?
&Quot; Lu Yichen ... &Quot; han qiqing stopped in her tracks and called out to him as she watched him walk further and further away.
Lu Yichen seemed to have heard her and turned to look at her.
Han qiqing went up to him and stood beside him. Finally, she couldn't help but ask.
"Yichen, are you thinking about Xiaoxiao?"