“Fei...” Seulgi's willow brows drew together slightly.
“Seulgi, it's been a long time.” The woman called Fei curled her lips in a faint, unreadable smile, then turned to look at Ai.
“My dear, we're meeting again.”
Ai spoke slowly. “Luo Shen, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, my, Ai is still as cold as ever.”
Fei walked up to Ai, lifted her chin with her index finger, and brought her rosebud lips close to Ai's ear.
“The game begins.”
Ai pressed her thin lips together and said nothing.
Fei let go of Ai's chin and chuckled.
“I can't wait to see the show.”
It's written a bit like flowing words
It's written a bit like flowing words