Nan Wan's eyes flickered slightly when he saw her for the first time, then his expression returned to normal with a polite smile.
It truly has been a long time, Yu Qinglu.
His gaze lightly swept over the payment receipt in her hand, his tone leisurely lifting, "Are you ill?"
The last time they met, she was still looking radiant and beautiful. But now, her complexion was unhealthily pale as if she hadn't seen the sun for a long time, the blue of her veins quite conspicuous, and she seemed to have aged several years.
At thirty, a well-maintained woman can look like she's in her twenties, and she...
Yu Qinglu did not shy away, putting the medication she picked up from the pharmacy into her bag along with the payment slip, "Yes, perhaps it's the retribution for pretending to be sick to gain sympathy before."
Nan Wan chuckled, her delicate brows and eyes gentle and serene, a striking contrast to the Yu Qinglu in front of her.
