Feng Sinan had been searching for that girl all these years. Now, Feng Chen told him that he could get his hands on that girl’s self-portrait.
Feng Sinan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and the blood in his body started to stir. What she looked like, the little girl that he had hidden deep in his heart and hugged and encouraged when he was at his most helpless, lonely, and desperate time, was probably a little angel.
He had once fantasized about what she looked like countless nights, and he had also thought of personally taking off the mysterious veil on her face one day to see her beautiful face.
Now, it seemed that this day was about to arrive.
Su Xiaoying’s soft and pretty little face suddenly appeared in Feng Sinan’s mind, as well as the young girl’s fragrance emanating from her body..
Why did he suddenly think of her?
Could it be that he believed her just because she said she was the girl from back then?
