C1670 Idiot

Lo Chuan's words echoed in Yao Ziyan's ears, prompting her to instinctively widen her striking purple eyes. She gazed at Lo Chuan with a mix of bewilderment and surprise, pondering the vast amount of information his words conveyed.

"Thikne..." Yao Ziyan murmured, her lips moving thoughtfully. "It sounds like a woman's name, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Lo Chuan replied