Hearing the voice from behind him, Luo Zhen stopped.
He did not need to turn around.
Luo Zhen knew there was only one person who would call out to him like this.
"Wait for me!"
The ice-blue-haired girl ran up behind Luo Zhen with the heavy Sniper Rifle slung over her shoulder. As she stared at his back, her expression was indescribably complicated.
Only then did Luo Zhen turn around and look behind him, fixing his gaze on the girl who had caught up.
"What is it?"
Luo Zhen raised an eyebrow as he asked.
This girl, who shared a twisted enmity with him, had actually chased after him with such a complicated expression. It truly surprised Luo Zhen.
Actually, Sinon herself was surprised. She did not know why she had chased after him.
Sinon only knew that if she did not, she would definitely regret it.
Because...
"What exactly is your relationship with that damn cloak?"
Sinon asked the question she cared about most.
Luo Zhen was taken aback and narrowed his eyes.
"What?" Luo Zhen asked tentatively. "Do you know him?"
"No." Sinon shook her head. "I don't know him."
"You don't know him?" Luo Zhen blinked and said helplessly, "Then why are you asking? Don't tell me you're just concerned?"
"Ugh..." Sinon suddenly found herself unable to answer.
Sinon knew that she had no right to ask such a question.
She had no relationship with that damn cloak, and her relationship with Luo Zhen went without saying—it could only be described as hostile. She should have had no reason to care about this matter at all.
But no matter what, Sinon could not make herself stop caring.
Whenever she recalled the confrontation between Luo Zhen and the other man, recalled the atmosphere that had spread between them,