Who knows if he'll soften up because of that person's face?
Especially when that little celebrity keeps deliberately appearing in front of him.
Thinking of this, Fan Xinglan became even more angry and said, "Brother Yan, they are ultimately not the same person. Don't be confused."
Yan Yan listened to his nervous words and sneered, just about to say something.
However, when he caught a glimpse of a figure outside the window from the corner of his eye, he abruptly froze.
It was snowing outside, right across the street, where a young girl stood, earnestly reaching out her hand to catch a snowflake, which she placed in her palm.
After confirming that she caught one, her clear eyes showed a trace of joy, and her expressionless small face also bore a faint hint of a smile.
She seemed happy.
The whole person was so beautiful; she seemed not to belong to this world.
Yan Yan's pupils slightly contracted, and his entire body froze in place.
