Street side.
Lin Tian held the half-open car door, and stood in a standoff with Jii Xiaoyao, who was glaring at him with her beautiful eyes.
Jii Xiaoyao's eyes were very bright, like autumn ponds, like clear springs, sparkling with a crystalline clarity.
On her delicate, snow-white face, they were like two black gemstones for embellishment.
With each flutter of her long eyelashes, they cast a graceful shadow.
Making those seemingly speaking eyes even more expressive.
However.
At this moment, Jii Xiaoyao's pretty face bore a trace of dumbfoundedness.
She stared blankly at Lin Tian, who had turned his head, with a look of surprise and unexpectedness.
From their previous meeting in the East Continent, Jii Xiaoyao had already decided she wanted no further entanglement with Lin Tian.
Moreover, whether in identity or the paths they would take in the future, Jii Xiaoyao believed there would be no chance of meeting again.
