When Jiang Yanshen walked out of the bathroom, there was only one floor lamp lit in the room. The dim light barely illuminated her small face, as if it was covered in a layer of dust.
He walked to the sofa and sat down. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against her cheek. "What's wrong?"
Ever since she came back, she seemed to be in low spirits, as if she was thinking about something.
Lin Qingqian raised her head and glanced at him. Seeing that there was nothing unusual on his exquisite facial features, she blinked. "You really don't remember?"
Jiang Yanshen raised his eyebrows. "Remember what?"
"Ming Xiao." When Lin Qingqian said these two words, her eyes clearly darkened.
"Why should I remember her?" Jiang Yanshen found it strange, but he really didn't remember this woman.
Lin Qingqian blinked, her thick eyelashes casting a green shadow. Her voice was as soft as willow catkins. "She's Ming Yuan's daughter."
