The flames flickered in her eyes, and Qin Youxuan's hand loosened, allowing the letters to fall into the ash basin.
Along with them, the letters left by Dan Hanxi were also incinerated one by one.
Some secrets, Dan Hanjie didn't want her to know, and she would pretend not to know them for the rest of her life...
After staying in the room for a while, watching the flames gradually die out, Qin Youxuan finally stood up and walked to the window to open it.
Turning around, she saw Dan Hanjie standing by the door.
His tall figure was clad in just a black shirt, paired with black suit pants, exuding a cold and indifferent aura.
His mesmerizing eyes in the night, like polished obsidian, radiated an enchanting magic.
His gaze swept over the letters and photos reduced to ashes, and finally settled on the jewelry box in Qin Youxuan's hand.
