"Luo He." He called to her.
The shadow of the lamp hit the bridge of his nose. Being so condescending, if Luo He opened his eyes at this moment, he would be unable to say anything. She still didn't know who the person in front of her was, but she could barely move her mouth, "My throat hurts, I don't want to talk..." When she said the word "pain", her throat tightened, and she spat out the second half of the sentence intermittently. But otherwise, Yin Qi would definitely just say, "Don't talk to me in this tone."
Coldness and alienation are both familiar and unfamiliar to Luo He. What she misses is always the gentle and jade-like appearance in her memory, that was thousands of years ago.
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