Jiang Tan's resume was very unique. Aside from the evenly printed lines, all the words were handwritten.
Her handwriting was quite neat. One glance was enough to tell that she was the sort of girl who studied hard in school.
Each stroke was written with great effort, carrying an innocent and youthful energy.
Zhou Yinghuai had kept that resume all along.
So now, he could sit in his study, examining it carefully in his hands.
A photo of Jiang Tan was pasted on the top right corner of the resume. It must have been taken when she graduated from high school. She had a round face, a wheatish complexion, and her eyes were dark and clear while her lips were soft and tender.
Her eyes were beautiful, reminiscent of willow branches touching the water in Jiangnan, full of vitality and a delicate softness that elicited pity.
Zhou Yinghuai never considered himself to be an emotional person, but just looking at Jiang Tan's photo made him carefully remove it from the resume.
