“Can we talk?” Luo Xi sat at the table, took a small sip of tea, and looked at the man in red.
“Once your memory is restored, you can leave. And don't show yourself too readily. Those assassins might be looking for you,” Luo Xi said earnestly, her bright eyes fixed on the man in red.
“Fine.”
“Also, pick a name for yourself. I can't keep calling you ‘hey.’”
“You choose.”
“It's your name. You should choose it yourself.”
“Fine.” Holding his teacup, the man gazed out the window in silence. His cool, handsome face made him seem as if the world had abandoned him.
Luo Xi waited a long time, but the man said nothing.
“Fine, I'll choose a name for you. Hmm, how about Lin Feng? ‘I raise my cup and turn my pale gaze to the blue sky; fair as a jade tree, he stands before the wind.’”
“Good.” A smile instantly lit the man's eyes.
