The woman's voice was slightly trembling, carrying the unique accent of the Mount Changbai area, which Ren Feifan could barely understand.
Ren Feifan glanced at the photo in the woman's hand. The photo was of a girl who looked about 20 years old, with a sweet appearance, a ponytail, wearing a linen dress. Her smile was very pure, with two shallow dimples on her cheeks.
With a little bit of makeup, she would probably be a real beauty.
Unfortunately, Ren Feifan had never seen the beauty in the photo.
He could only shake his head helplessly, indicating his regret.
If he had ever noticed her before, it would have been memorable, his impression of beautiful women was always profound.
"Have you really never seen her before? Take a closer look," She urged.
"I'm sorry, but I really haven't seen her." Ren Feifan answered with a hint of hesitation.
