Zhao Rong was witnessing this type of immortal celebration for the first time.
However, the scenes of novelty playing out above the water curtain failed to capture his attention.
Zhao Rong's hands were clasped together on the table, chin propped on them, his gaze fixed on an inconspicuous corner of the water curtain, unmoving.
His eyebrows occasionally furrowed, occasionally smoothed out.
The lively crowd around him had nothing to do with him.
Because.
He had Qing Jun.
Why had she lost weight?
Alright, although he couldn't see her face, she just seemed thinner.
I know it.
Her body was slimmer than before.
Hey, the last time was at the beginning of the year, it was cold, she wore more, now it's just after summer, wearing very little…
Cough cough, this young master doesn't care, my Qing Jun has lost weight.
Zhao Rong blinked, his mind bubbling up with all sorts of strange thoughts.
Was Qing Jun doing her hair for me?
