All these years, she had never seen Hua Jin smile so brightly.
This smile was different from the smiles he gave to them; it was a smile that came from deep within his heart.
A smile that was very natural, without any pretense.
Zhao Dong finally caught up with Yuan Yunong and felt very strange seeing her standing motionless at the intersection.
Following Yuan Yunong's gaze, he surprisingly saw An Hao walking with a man towards Nanguofeng.
The two were talking and laughing, appearing as if they had known each other for a long time.
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Dong asked.
"Nothing." Yuan Yunong snapped back to reality, but the coldness in her eyes had not dissipated.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Dong looked at her in surprise.
Yuan Yunong's demeanor now was completely different from just moments ago. The Yuan Yunong of before seemed as gentle as a spring breeze, but now she felt as piercing as a cold winter.
This cold, cold gaze made one's blood feel frozen.
