Shen Mochen curiously leaned forward.
Yuncui had highly praised her teammates as being more beautiful than herself, and though it was a modest statement, at least they weren't unpleasant to look at.
In the photo was a young girl in a white dress, standing beside a willow tree, a smile on her face.
Her thick, glossy hair almost reached her waist—it was styled in a simple middle part, yet it did nothing to hide her beauty and elegance.
Her face was as delicate as a painting, radiating a unique, demure beauty, comparable even to Yin Huailian, Caiyu, Yuncui, and Catherine.
Even though it was just a photo, one could still perceive the scholarly aura of a well-bred lady. She appeared innocent and graceful, like a quietly blooming white lotus, her demeanor distinct.
For some reason, Shen Mochen's heart suddenly "thumped."
It wasn't that the girl in the photo had captivated him, but rather, he felt a sense of familiarity.
