C314 To Catch the Culprit

Lu Zhengqing stood in front of the group, the light casting a ghostly pallor over his face. He looked much thinner and darker, hunched over, rubbing his hands together. Qiao Mo had never seen Lu Zhengqing like this before; he had always been the picture of elegance, never associated with such disarray. It was almost pitiful to see him this way.

Gu Chi looked at him coldly