He understood Qi Jin very well and could naturally see the cold-faced young master's cold and awkward gentleness towards his wife.
Looking at the two people slowly walking away, the moonlight gradually elongated their shadows. Holding hands, it was unusually warm and harmonious.
But it hurt Sheng Jinghua's eyes.
It really made people jealous ...
After a long time, the slender and elegant man smiled and reached out to play with the string of Buddha beads in his hand.
That woman, su chiyue, wanted to cut off all ties with him?
It was impossible.
Sheng Jinghua's eyes were a little dazed. He didn't seem to remember what su chiyue was like before. What was deeply imprinted in his mind now was that woman's lively face.
She seemed to have changed.
Or perhaps, she was not su chiyue at all.
But it didn't matter. Sheng Jinghua only knew that he wanted a woman like her more than he had ever wanted.
