Su Yanxin put away the check and started the timer.
Lian Xinying's hands never had long nails nor were they ever painted, but Su Yanxin's nails were long, adorned with beautiful patterns from the nail salon.
Besides her notable nails, her hands had slimmed down considerably since half a year ago.
After the fire, she lost weight due to injuries and the subsequent surgery and recovery period.
Yan Ye, as he looked at her fingers one by one, fell into deep thought.
After ten minutes, Su Yanxin swiftly pulled her hand back.
"Mr. Yan, the ten minutes are up. I'm sorry, but I'm not the person your family lost," when Su Yanxin said this, there was a voice inside her heart: I was never part of your family to begin with.
They weren't officially married; at most, it could be considered cohabitation.
"Just looking at the hands, how can that be enough?" Although Yan Ye couldn't be one hundred percent certain that these hands were Lian Xinying's, he was at least fifty percent sure.
