"Is it him?"
Wen Jiaren's gaze paused, quickly reaching out to take the photo frame. The man in the photo was indeed the man she saw at the Prime Minister's Mansion that day, his face unforgettable at a glance.
Long Teng said his name was Mu Qian, but the woman in the photo...
Wen Jiaren immediately rushed into the bathroom, looked at her own face in the mirror above the vanity, and then at the woman in the photo. Her gaze deepened: how can there be two people who look so similar in the world?
The woman in the photo smiled beautifully, her brows and eyes radiating a gentle happiness.
She tried to curl her lips, mimicking the arc in the photo, but her lips froze on her face: why was even the smile identical?
Has modern plastic surgery already advanced to this degree?
But none of this was the focus; the key was why there was a photo of Mu Qian here? Could this place be connected to Mu Qian somehow?
Where were Rong Jin and that cute little fellow? Where did they go?
