Her cute little face was filled with sorrow.
Anyone who saw that would think she was a divorced woman abandoned by her husband.
And that was the truth.
There were a few smaller pictures accompanying captions, all of her paying respects to her mother at the cemetery and sitting alone in front of a fountain in the park.
Upon closer inspection, Qin Youxuan noticed something.
"The angles of these pictures are strange, like they're taken from surveillance cameras. Could they have been extracted somehow?" Qin Youxuan suddenly brightened up and grabbed Dan Hanjie's clothes whilst handing the newspaper to him.
"..."
Dan Hanjie did not look at the newspaper, he looked at her hand grasping his instead.
Qin Youxuan's fingers stiffened, and she let go awkwardly.
She lowered her head, akin to a scolded child.
Even though he didn't scold her, his gaze was terrifying.
"Mr. Jie."
