But, Bei Ran could not see a trace of the handsome, dashing, and stunning presence of the man in the photo from Zhuang Shengxian!
Could a person's appearance really change so drastically with the passing of years?
Bei Ran was never a heartless person, but having lived for twenty-eight years without a father, having one or not, it was all the same to her.
Therefore, at this moment, she turned her gaze to Gu Qingchen.
After they both grew old, would they also be unable to recognize their original appearance?
Gu Qingchen reached out and held Bei Ran's hand. Her fingertips were slightly cool, like pale, tender segments of green onion, now with a chill transpiring through them.
He, of course, knew what she was afraid of.
Zhuang Shengxian looked intently at Bei Ran: "Is your mother called Bei Chan?"
Bei Chan was a great beauty, her reflection graced every dwelling by the water, shining like Chan herself.
The wine glass Bei Ran was holding suddenly dropped to the floor.
