When passing by her, the sudden beauty created an unprecedented sense of illusion.
Her elbows were intertwined and laid flat, the backs of her snow-white hands, pearl-colored nails, white forearms, lined with a pink cashmere sweater, and pale cheeks. In this heavily Bourbon-style restaurant, this innocence made her look a bit cruel. Her eyes were like springs, and her eyes were far away from reality. Jane raised the camera, it was an occupational disease that could not be restrained. "Click", the sound of him forgetting to close the shutter shocked the slowly flowing eye waves. She turned her face, and the originally exquisite and impeccable side face was fully displayed from the front. It was not just a "beautiful side face", it was a face that could make the heart stop.
"Jian Wensheng?" She asked tentatively, her words surprisingly clear.
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