Fuck.
It was King Pingdeng.
...though it was fake.
"It's me."
He subconsciously answered the other party's inquiry, even though the person wasn't someone he recognized.
Unlike the current Yi Qingyan, who hid her face with her hair and still appeared as an "ugly duckling" to others, the King Pingdeng he had seen had a beauty and temperament not inferior to the Philosopher King. Even if he couldn't see the features clearly, he could still vaguely sense that elegance.
But the figure did not respond further, he just smiled.
Cen Dongsheng stared at that blurry face, then sighed.
"...Can't speak, huh?"
After all, he wasn't familiar with this person, didn't know her true character, and couldn't guess what she might say in such a situation; they were mere acquaintances—
Despite this brief acquaintance, it had already imprinted on Cen Dongsheng for a lifetime.