"Miss."
"Hmm?"
"Don't look at the current gap between the teacher and Senior Zhu, but... they weren't always like this." Xu Chang'an thought about the paintings Li Zhibai had shown him.
In the past, Zhu Tongjun was as cold and distant as a celestial woman, her face never adorned with anything superfluous.
In contrast, Li Zhibai as a young lady from a noble family always remembered to adorn herself.
So, it's hard to say who is stronger.
Xu Chang'an intended to say this, but before he could speak, Yun Qian interrupted him.
"The past? Are you talking about bygone matters?" Yun Qian shook her head, looked seriously at the young man in front of her, and said calmly, "The past doesn't matter."
"Eh?" Xu Chang'an instinctively felt something was off about Yun Qian's seriousness, but couldn't pinpoint what it was, so he hesitated slightly.
Yun Qian closed her rouge box.
If at this moment, she were to see her husband from the past, what kind of scene would it be?
