Lu zhichen had never been afraid, but at this moment, he was a little afraid.
He felt that he had become a little strange.
It was as if every time he saw the little girl he wanted to see, the closeness in his heart would decrease a little.
Slowly, it became less and less.
However, he clearly did not think that way.
Every time he didn't see her, he still looked forward to seeing her.
However, now that they had met, they no longer had any expectations.
They had barely spoken.
Many people knew that the real daughter of the Huo family was gloomy, cold, and didn't like to talk to people.
Every time he met her, he wanted to go forward, but he would hesitate when he saw the coldness and unfamiliarity in her eyes.
He didn't dislike the girl just because she didn't recognize him.
He had long known that he would perhaps be forgotten.