Jiang Chenyue moved her lips, wanting to say something, but sighed and went upstairs instead.
Qin Jun stared at her desolate figure, his gaze gradually deepening.
He leaned back on the sofa, his body relaxed, one arm idly draped over the back of the sofa, his profile as chiseled as if carved by a knife. He picked up the phone he had casually held earlier and looked again at the photo that someone from Mema had sent to him. The girl in the photo stood lazily and calmly in the sunlight, squinting, dressed simply in a T-shirt and jeans that wouldn't go out of style anytime soon. She had a slender figure, her long, straight legs beautifully accentuated by her light blue jeans, captivating enough to make any man turn his head. Her exposed ankle was pale and delicate, even whiter than the Caucasian standing next to her. On her feet, she wore a pair of domestic canvas shoes, the black and white contrast further accentuating her slim, long legs, drawing attention...
