Gu Zixuan felt something profound and looked up.
But what she met was his lowered gaze, revealing nothing.
Feeling a bit puzzled, she lightly furrowed her brows, and that inexplicable sense of familiarity lingered in her heart.
She couldn't recall if she had truly met Feng Chengjin before, but there was a sense of déjà vu that sometimes made her feel not too unfamiliar when facing him alone, even feeling natural during his occasional touches and deep, contemplative gazes.
What was happening to her?
She shook her head and forced herself not to think about those jumbled thoughts, focusing instead on the Kongming Lock.
As time ticked away, she finally took it apart, but while disassembling the Kongming Lock was easy, assembling it back was tough, so her happiness was short-lived as she fell into deeper puzzlement.
Feng Chengjin had been smiling gently from across, watching until he noticed that Gu Zixuan had no clue at all.
