"Yes, I recognize you." Luo Xiaoqian narrowed her eyes to meet his gaze, "You're the one... the one who said you'd take me away that night, it's you, right?!"
Leng Zimo was taken aback.
"I know, it's you!" Luo Xiaoqian lifted her hand to cup his face, "You put on a beard, and... you have black hair, right? And... your eyes, you have black irises, don't you?"
Leng Zimo originally thought she remembered the melody, but he didn't expect her to say this instead.
"I remember you, I remember how you helped me put on shoes and the feeling of your hand holding mine, it's you, isn't it?!"
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes, bright and shimmering in the dim light of the room, were locked onto him, filled with expectation.
Leng Zimo gritted his teeth, raised his hand to remove the wig from his head, then tore off the well-attached beard, and then he swiftly pulled her up, leading her into the moonlight.
"Xiao Qian, take a good look, you really don't recognize me, I'm Zimo, I'm your Zimo?!"
