Yu Niaoniao and Xiao Juan left the Justice Department.
As they settled into the carriage, Yu Niaoniao was still thinking about Lo Pingsha.
She rubbed her chin in thought. "Little Lo is a person with a story."
Xiao Juan said, "You always like to be curious about others."
Yu Niaoniao snorted softly. "If you want to say that I'm nosy, just say it."
Xiao Juan said, "Everyone has their own sore spots."
Yu Niaoniao waved her small hand.
"Got it. I won't ask about Little Lo's past."
She twisted away and peered through the window.
The afterglow of the setting sun landed on her face, illuminating it until it was white with a hint of red. Her eyes were sparkling like two dazzling black gems.
Xiao Juan stared at her profile.
She spent every day so carefree; she was like a small sun, radiating warmth.
