He is wearing light beige thin long sleeves today, light coffee-colored slacks, a pair of low-key and comfortable casual shoes on his feet, and the clothes on his body are simple and generous, without a brand LOGO, presumably it is a private hand.

He Qianyao walked leisurely and coldly behind the crowd, and his body seemed to be filled with a faint light.

The face of a god is so perfect that even a second glance at it feels like a blasphemy.

Although the street was very crowded, where He Qianyao passed, the crowd seemed to be driven by some magical force, and moved to both sides like a tide, making room for He Qianyao to walk.

His steps didn't seem to be hurried, with the rhythm of breathing, but he moved quickly.

Luo Xingcen seemed a little abrupt in this situation.

Because of her undisguised gaze, she should be the only one in the crowd who dared to stare at He Qianyao non-stop.

Thinking of his desire to speak again in his previous life, which caused such a ridiculous misunderstanding between the two of them, Luo Xingcen decided to greet He Qianyao directly.

However, He Qianyao ignored Luo Xingcen, who was close at hand, as if he didn't see her at all, and walked directly past Luo Xingcen without squinting.

The two passed by.

Luo Xingcen's words stopped in the air, and she only felt that at that moment, something seemed to be broken in her heart.

Her gaze moved with He Qianyao's movements.

Luo Xingcen saw that He Qianyao strode forward until he reached a shop at the very edge.

The shop was a little strange, it was located at the very edge and corner of the entire exhibition street, and there were no items at the door, and the door was closed in broad daylight.

He Qianyao pushed the door open, and not long after entering, he walked out with a person's wrist in his hand.

It was a woman.

Even Luo Xingcen has to admit that she is a particularly beautiful woman.

If Luo Xingcen's beauty is like an elf that does not eat fireworks in the world, it is as light and pure.

Then the woman who was pulled by He Qianyao's wrist was as elegant as the empty valley orchid that had bloomed.

The woman's skin was fair and delicate, she looked older than Luo Xingcen, and her facial features were delicate and profound.

Her long black and silky hair was scattered like this, which made her even more gentle.

Her big eyes were looking at He Qianyao deeply, as if there were stars twinkling inside, and at the same time, she revealed a taste of confidence and determination.

This is a very wonderful woman.

Her slender wrist was slightly red because it was held by He Qianyao.

Looking at this scene, Luo Xingcen only felt as if she was pressed under the deep sea, and the boundless loneliness and pain made her almost out of breath.

It turns out that this is the reason why He Qianyao has been estranged from himself recently?

Could it be that he hates himself so much, just now it was clear that the two of them met head-on, but He Qianyao chose to turn a blind eye.

His attitude was so cold.

In an instant, Luo Xingcen fell into an ice cave.

"Come back with me!" He Qianyao's cold voice came with a hint of anger, and it still sounded so familiar.

But Luo Xingcen felt that everything around her seemed to be isolated from her, and it seemed extremely blurry.

The woman's expression seemed to be a little weak, but she said in a stubborn tone: "Brother Qianyao, I ......"

Brother Qianyao?

It turns out that their relationship is already so close?