Shui Qianqian lay on the bed and looked at Rong Jin in a daze. He was still as noble as ever, dressed in a brocade robe and looking like a painting. The Vermillion mark between his brows was especially stunning and breathtaking.
Furthermore, when he was tucking her in with the blanket, his fingers had touched her chin and her heart had trembled.
Shui Qianqian gritted her teeth. She couldn't lie to herself. She looked forward to seeing him. When she saw him, she would be in a good mood.
But at the same time, every time she saw him, her heart would also suffer a burst of torture.
Her heart was always fighting. Previously, when she was busy, she would be ***** busy with all kinds of things and would not think much.
However, when she was free, her heart would feel very, very empty.
Rong Jin was too profound and she couldn't see through him. At the same time, she knew her own limits and wouldn't think too much about it.
