Fingers glided to the WeChat interface.
On his private account, there were scarcely a handful of friends, less than thirty, mostly relatives and close buddies.
Only one was special.
It was easy to find Gong Yeyan—
Little Diejing.
Both the nickname and the avatar stood out distinctively in his friends' list.
The girl's avatar was a selfie.
She seemed quite keen on changing her display picture frequently, as the one he saw last time was already different from this one.
The current avatar was taken during her recent trip abroad for a show, with the backdrop of Provence's lavender fields. She stood amid the violet sea of flowers, her long hair fluttering, eyes closed, lips slightly curved, exuding a sense of contentment.
The composition was exquisitely aesthetic, almost like a portrait from a master photographer.
Despite the small size of the picture, even the lazy strands of hair on her face, and each eyelash that fell over her closed eyes were distinctly visible...
