In the darkness, Zhou Ming quietly stared at the two silhouettes, his eyes betraying no emotion, like an unfathomably deep pool of water.
Standing by Jiang Yurou's side, the man named Tan Bo should be one of the "brothers" she often referred to.
With different surnames, Jiang and Tan, they, of course, had no blood relation.
Zhou Ming was also a man; he wasn't foolish enough to believe the two were merely ordinary siblings—at least not Tan Bo!
In fact, the first time he saw Jiang Yurou, Zhou Ming noticed she wasn't a child from an ordinary family. Though she dressed simply and modestly, that innate elegance she emanated left a deep impression on him.
And today, after seeing Tan Bo, his suspicions had been further confirmed.
Zhou Ming looked at the figures in the light in the distance and let out a self-deprecating laugh, as if trying to let out all the sorrow in his heart.
