Qin Youxuan raised her head and squinted her eyes.
Again, it was that oil painting full of splattered colors, looking like paint had been slung about at random. She couldn't look at it and appreciate any artistic value in it. She didn't know why he loved staring at it so much.
Hearing her footsteps, Dan Hanjie slowly turned his body and glanced at Qin Youxuan, who had changed her clothes. His eyes slightly flickered.
"I'll have Yao take you home."
"No need. I can take a taxi home by myself." Qin Youxuan walked up to him, ensured he wasn't angry, then tiptoed to kiss him on the lips before turning and running off.
"..."
Dan Hanjie watched as she disappeared from his sight, his long fingers touched the lips she had kissed, his eyes deep and understanding.
The calm expression on his face gradually froze over with coldness.
...
The Qin family mansion.
Reporters had surrounded it inside and out, each one eager to be the first to get the news of Jin Lan's sudden recovery.
