Stranger

Li Xiuxian never would have imagined that Zhou Chengsen could be this cold-blooded. He did not even spare her a glance, let alone respond.

She watched him carry a bucket in one hand and a Net Pocket in the other as he continued walking forward as though nothing had happened.

Unable to hold back, Li Xiuxian hurried after him and blocked his path. She said anxiously, "I have something to say to you. Whether you believe me or not, the first time I was with Liao Ruixiang, I really was drunk. I didn't take the initiative, and I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry!"

Zhou Chengsen only looked at her once after she blocked his way. He said nothing, sidestepped around her, and continued walking.

Li Xiuxian stood frozen in place.

The look in his eyes just now had been so calm and unfamiliar, the same indifferent calm one showed toward a stranger—casual, distant, unfamiliar.

It was as if he had been walking along and suddenly encountered a stranger blocking his path and saying a bunch of things that had nothing to do with him. He would casually sweep the person with one glance, find them inexplicable, and not even need to see their features clearly before simply walking around them.

Li Xiuxian watched Zhou Chengsen's departing back. Even every strand of his hair seemed to radiate indifference. He did not care in the slightest.

Li Xiuxian suddenly understood!

To Zhou Chengsen, she had become a stranger.

Zhou Chengsen was not someone who dug up old scores. She had quarreled with him countless times, but every time, he only discussed what had happened then. He never dredged up old grievances with her. To him, the past was the past. She was the only one who kept bringing up old