Yuan Muchun's words last night sent a chill down her spine.
There was actually such a woman beside Bo Jinchuan?
Just by listening, she felt that this woman was almost a perfect existence.
Most importantly, this woman had been in Bo Jinchuan's life since a long time ago.
The door opened behind her. Shen Fanxing took a deep breath and turned around slowly.
She was still wearing Bo Jinchuan's loose white shirt and black pants.
It didn't match her clothes at all, but it still made the people behind Bo Jinchuan waver.
The sun, which was already setting in the west, shone on her body through the window. Her white shirt shone with a misty light. She turned slowly, and her fair neck curved beautifully. Her natural black hair curled around her shoulders. The faint light outlined her exquisite features, but it was indifferent.
