Sunlight refracted, making the hairpin on her head exceptionally dazzling.
"Check where the hairpin on her head came from," Dan Rong narrowed his gaze and suddenly let out a sentence before getting into the car.
A group of people quickly left the café.
"Young Madam, they've already left. Should we go back now?" the bodyguard asked respectfully.
"You go ahead; I want to be alone for a while."
Qin Youxuan propped her forehead with both hands, her eyes slightly lowered, staring at the photo in front of her.
The bodyguards quickly left, leaving her alone in the secluded area.
She gazed long at the photo of Jiang Yu, her youthful face calm, gentle, and soft.
Just like the gentle mother Qin Youxuan remembered.
"Mom, if only he were dead, otherwise I must find that person and make them repent in front of your grave."
Qin Youxuan didn't know how long she sat before she paid the bill and left the café.
Instead of going straight to the parking lot, she walked out along the street.
