After more than half a year, Qiao Yun hadn't changed at all.
Still as petite as ever, she wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt and cropped jeans, revealing her pale and slender ankles.
Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her eyelids drooped, seemingly from tiredness, yet her distant and aloof temperament was unmistakable.
"Here, here..."
Su Qingqing elegantly waved them over; if it hadn't been for maintaining her image, she might have jumped up already.
Her eyes filled with smiles, she turned to Su Qingyan and said, "Cousin hasn't changed much either, still so delicate and adorable. Brother, don't you think so?"
Su Qingyan looked up ahead and unexpectedly met Qiao Yun's indifferent gaze, almost getting frozen by the chill in her eyes.
Su Qingyan looked serious; he really couldn't see what was so delicate about her.
But indeed, she was quite cute.
