Lin Yi walked over calmly and looked at the woman sitting on the sofa. She was in her 30s this year. Eight years had passed, and time had really left its mark on her.
The once beautiful miss Qiu was now a middle-aged woman who had gone through hardships. The fine lines at the corner of her eyes were proof.
As the saying goes, one's appearance is determined by one's heart. Looking at her deeply sunken bird's nest, her tightly knitted brows, and her eyes filled with hatred, Lin Yi's mood was better than ever. It turned out that the young miss of an aristocratic family did not have a good life.
At first, Qiu ruoyi didn't think much of it when she was far away. It wasn't until Lin Yi gradually approached that she really saw this face clearly. She suddenly stood up. Who else could it be if not the dead Lin Qingxi?
She widened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. Her eyes were filled with shock. Was Lin Qingxi back?
No, she was already dead.
