The light in the photo was very dim, but Han Jingnian easily recognized Xia Wan'an.
Even though he was not at the scene, looking at the photo, it was likely to have been quite a festive atmosphere, with dance and music, but she was, as Zhang Te described, comfortably asleep in the arms of a female friend...
Suddenly, Zhang Te felt a cold chill run down his spine. He shivered unexpectedly before sneaking a peek at Han Jingnian, noticing his dark stare fixed onto his mobile screen, his gaze so intense as if he wanted to pierce a hole through it.
He wondered if he was hallucinating, but he even felt that Han Jingnian's gaze held a streak of envy apart from the jealousy you'd expect when someone snatched your own food...
Envy?!
This thought startled Zhang Te. After blinking his eyes, ensuring this wasn't just his own delusion, he followed Han Jingnian's gaze to the lady in the white dress Xia Wan'an was leaning on in the photo.
Eh?!
