An utterly ordinary surname left Su Mo slightly stunned.
His instincts told him it might just be a common coincidence—that Zhang Min's mother happened to share a surname with Zhong Qingshu.
But reason told him that there could not be so many coincidences in this world.
The stubborn independence in Zhang Min's eyes just now was practically identical to Zhong Qingshu's.
If not for the obvious difference in their appearances, he would have thought they were—wait. Their appearances?
Su Mo abruptly raised his head. Sunlight shone on the shards of ice hanging beside the eaves, faintly reflecting his face.
The face in the ice was just as unfamiliar yet familiar, almost exactly like the feeling Zhang Min gave him now.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Min tilted her head and looked at him, seemingly unable to understand how a surname alone could leave Su Mo standing there in a daze.
She swept away the snow while recounting the story:
"Before my younger brother was born, my relatives back home were somewhat biased toward boys. In order to have a son, they had me use my mother's surname for a while. But after my younger brother was born, I changed my surname back."
"You used to be called Zhong Min?" Su Mo shifted his gaze away, even more puzzled.
"Yeah. I only changed my surname; it's not like I changed my entire face. Though when my mother wanted to match us up before, she did find a spirit medium to calculate our birth charts. At the time, she even said I had to change my name so I could form a bond with you."
"You're not still superstitious about feng shui like she is, are you?"
"Of course—no. I mean, of course I don't believe in it." Su Mo subconsciously