That kind of delicacy seeped into her bones, without a trace of pretense or intentionality.
So in Ling Qingan's life, the word "compromise" never existed; if she liked something, she liked it, and if she didn't, she didn't, all depending on her mood and willingness.
Spontaneous yet carefree!
How much of this was owed to Wen Jichen?
And now, that special preference and exception belonging to Ling Qingan no longer belongs to her!
She glanced at the two people diagonally in front, and then looked at the person beside her.
From the moment Ye Zhichen saw Yin Xiner, she felt an eerie illusion that Yin Xiner was just like Ling Qingan.
Obviously, they didn't look alike at all.
Now, comparing the two together, there was a sudden epiphany.
Their appearances and dressing styles indeed held no resemblance.
But Yin Xiner's words and actions, even the subtle expressions in her brows, eerily resembled Ling Qingan.
