Han Zimo gave a weird smile: "Zimo? Lu Anqing, I think we are not familiar enough to call each other by our names."
One sentence, like the sharpest knife in the world, pierced An Qing's heart.
Her face suddenly turned pale
"Zimo, was there any misunderstanding back then..."
"Lu Anqing, classmate Lu, please call me by my full name, Han Zimo - or, classmate Han, too." Han Zimo looked down at her, his beautiful light maroon pupils shining with inexplicable brilliance.
An Qing's heart sank when she saw her pupils.
This is not the color of her real pupils
Because of the need to disguise, Zimo changed the contact lenses of different colors every day. When she was a child, she once took her hand and walked to a deserted corner and quietly said to her: "An Qing, hush, I will only tell you this secret."
Oh—my pupils are the same as yours, dark blue!"
As she spoke, Zimo opened her big eyes. Reflecting her figure in the water was the same clear dark blue glazed pupils as hers.
"An Qing, this is a secret that only belongs to the two of us -"
As an assassin who specializes in disguise, her original face is her biggest secret. Exposing it means revealing her identity. Zimo shared this secret with An Qing without hesitation!
Just because she wanted there to be no gap between them!
"Zimo... you said that when we are alone, you will face me with your true face," An Qing said, her voice choked up.
Now that she refuses to change her contact lenses, does it mean... that they will never go back to the past?
Zimo's face changed slightly and he said with a straight face: "Oh, really? Is there such a thing? I don't remember."
"Zimo..."
"Please call me Han Zimo!" She seemed to be trying her best to resist her closeness, "Also, my true face will only be shown to Fang Zichen."
An Qing's eyes dimmed, "Who is he?"
"You should be able to guess it, right?" Han Zimo raised his eyebrows and suddenly approached her, "Also - didn't Wei Jichen remind you not to get too close to me?"
At some point, she had opened the window, and An Qing was forced to have half of her body sticking out of the window, and she might fall at any time.
An Qing was not afraid at all, and there was not even a hint of panic on her face. From her expression to her movements, she revealed a message to her: I trust you, no matter in the past or now.
Han Zimo was startled when he heard An Qing's voice ringing in his ears unhurriedly: "Of course he said it... I know that you are very likely to come with Fang Zichen for revenge."
"Then why don't you hide from me?" Han Zimo was surprised
"We are sisters"
…
The wind blew gently, lifting the grass-green curtains. The curtains fluttered lightly in the air, wrapping their figures in them. The warm sunlight shone directly in. In a daze, both of them thought they were back in the fifteenth century.
Years ago, that time was hard, bloody, and cruel, but they cherished each other.