Cheng Gui softly smiled as she looked at him. "Xiao Chen, is there anything else?"
Gu Bichen hesitated for a moment before slowly raising his head.
Cheng Gui noticed the boy's pitch-black eyes, so deep they seemed bottomless, and inexplicably felt a tinge of nervousness.
This Xiao Chen felt unfamiliar to her.
"Aunt Gui, how long have you been with the Gu family?"
Cheng Gui wasn't sure why he suddenly asked this, but she still replied honestly, "Xiao Chen, you're fifteen this year, so naturally, I've been with the Gu family for fifteen years."
"You've been here since I was born, right?"
Cheng Gui seemed to think of something and hesitated slightly.
Gu Bichen noticed her hesitation and asked softly, "Aunt Gui, what did you think of?"
Cheng Gui shook her head. "N-nothing… nothing. Xiao Chen, hurry and finish your milk. I should get going."
"Aunt Gui." The boy's voice was severe yet icy, making Cheng Gui feel an unshakable unfamiliarity.
