What did Gu Jiangnian see when he looked back?
He saw his wife, arm in arm with another man, approaching with a gentle and charming smile. Dressed in an ink-black cheongsam complemented by a tasseled shawl, how could her allure be simply described?
The form-fitting cheongsam displayed her stunning figure without a doubt, especially her slender waist, twisted so gracefully.
Gu Jiangnian's cold gaze landed on Jiang Muwan's face.
As their eyes met, Jiang Muwan's steps, linked with Ji Yanting's, halted abruptly.
Perhaps it was Gu Jiangnian's piercing gaze that caused something within her heart to flash by.
After a moment, the man's lips curled into a mockingly light smile.
His sharp gaze slowly drifted toward where their arms intertwined.
The wine glass in his palm carelessly swirled.
After watching the two of them silently for a while, the man slowly averted his eyes.
Forget it, forget it, it's painful to the eye.
