He could not smile at all.
Outside the glass, the dried branches that had been blown up by the wind made a creaking sound as if they had split open and smashed into the green-gray ground. Just like Su Qingdong’s expression at that moment, his defeat was also ugly.
If there was a remedy for regret in this world, if there really was one, it was a pity that the world lacked the IFS, feared the IFS, hated regret the most, and did not lack regret.
Yan Huan took off her sunglasses. Almost no expression could be seen on her fair face. Even the light reflected from her pupils seemed to be cold and indifferent.
She placed her sunglasses in her bag and took large strides forward. The corner of her clothes also carried some wind. The smell of the wind was a little fragrant, but it was also a little cold.
It was so cold... that it hurt.
