Moh Shiche didn't speak, just stared at her, his cold gaze seemingly trying to see through her. A few words hovered on his lips, but he didn't ask them.
His pride as a man and his proud character didn't allow him to ask—who Ah Chu was.
A man whose name she would call out even in her dreams, what was his relationship with her.
Luo Qiangwei had been chasing Moh Shiche for seventeen years, a fact known to every household in Jiangcheng—
Ever since she was sensible, she followed him around. No matter where he went, she could find out and follow him, constantly sticking to him, shamelessly pursuing him, confessing her affection, regardless of how indifferent or rejecting he was, she would never give up.
In Luo Qiangwei's eyes and life, there was only one man—Moh Shiche. This was not only the perception of others but also a fixed notion in Moh Shiche's mind.