Clad in a black, figure-hugging dress, her neck adorned with a necklace of delicate diamond shards.
Beyond that, there was nothing else on her body, which only emphasized how ethereal Tang Mulin looked.
Her black curls fell loosely, covering half of her bare back, with a few strands slipping down the side of her cheek, accentuating the palm-sized beauty of her face.
And at that moment, her palm-sized face was full of tears.
"Where is everyone?"
Ye Wan looked around, sat beside Tang Mulin, and gave her a big hug.
"Just... just me, alone..."
Crying for too long, her voice was hoarse and kept hiccupping while she spoke.
Tang Mulin's tears fell even more colorfully now, "Wanwan, he lied to me! He's a big liar!"
Ye Wan lifted her gaze to the staircase at the second floor.
The private room at the end of Vicent's second floor was always closed to the public, a place where the owner, Chu Jinnian, entertained friends from his circle.
