A buzz in her head, Weilan's mind went blank, the color draining from her face, leaving it ashen, as a rift seemed to explode open in her heart.
Her hand, clutching the photograph, trembled.
The man sitting beneath Shen Lu was Lu Hechen.
It was unmistakably Lu Hechen's face.
How could this be possible?
Weilan's thoughts were in disarray.
Yingzi watched her intently, not blinking an eye.
"Miss, are you all right?"
Weilan faltered, a glimmer of struggle in her eyes, shaking her head: "I'm fine."
"Your complexion doesn't look too good," Yingzi said with concern.
Weilan looked for a while, her gaze fixed on the photograph. She calmed her emotions and recalled carefully. Suddenly, a flash in her eyes, she raised her gaze to Yingzi and said, "Did 'Number One Yingzi' also give you this information?"
"Yes, Miss!"
"What about the photograph you gave me before? The date on this one is different from the last," Weilan asked further.
