He lowered his eyes to look at Li Qiao, a barely perceptible ripple surging in the depths of his gaze.
In fact, he had to stare for a long time before he could superimpose the present image of Li Qiao over the one he remembered from his memory.
Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other in so long, even the gesture of him running his fingers through her hair was somewhat awkward and stiff.
Soon, Bo Tingxiao withdrew his arm, his gaze warming with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've heard you call me Brother Xiao."
Li Qiao looked up, her eyebrows teasingly raised, "It hasn't been that long, has it?"
Bo Tingxiao leaned in slightly towards Li Qiao, his resolute profile softened by the smile at the corner of his lips, "Count how long it's been since you left?"
Li Qiao pursed her lips and glanced at him but didn't speak.
