Matsumoto Sayuri’s face, which had been as calm as a placid lake, was instantly overtaken by sheer astonishment, as if a sudden, violent storm had broken over her.
Her eyes widened abruptly, her pupils nearly bursting from their sockets as she eagerly tried to catch every detail in his words to convince herself she hadn't misheard.
Her pupils clearly reflected the figure of Qin Xiao, as if she were trying to read the answer to her dilemma in his expression.
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