Yan Kuan sneered and stood by the sink looking at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were cold and his face was haggard.
Less than forty, there are already a few white hairs on the temples.
He stared blankly for a while, unaware of the splashing sound of the water.
Later, he will call Qiao Zhenyu. Let him prepare to go to Chen Shen... PR. Just like he had been doing for the previous ten years.
That kind of clear eyes no longer existed. As he abandoned and betrayed her again and again, Qiao Zhenyu's clear eyes that originally carried trust and love gradually became melancholy and covered with dust.
You and I can no longer go back to the beginning...
Intention: