"Miss Tang, hello."
Clad in a camel-colored coat that swept to her ankles, she was elegance incarnate.
Her black hair was loosely coiled up, setting off her delicately made-up face to appear even more gentle and charming.
Zhao Qingkong took a seat directly across from Tang Mulin.
It was the very spot where Chu Jinnian had just been seated.
"Miss Tang, why didn't you go back to Sicheng to celebrate the New Year?"
She asked nonchalantly, not really expecting an answer from Tang Mulin. Zhao Qingkong smiled at her, "This way, Jinnian wouldn't have to stay alone in Paris."
Jinnian.
Tang Mulin's mind flashed to that moment in Sicheng Hospital, where Zhao Qingkong naturally leaned in for a hug.
And the image of her whispering into Chu Jinnian's ear.
Tang Mulin had thought she had long forgotten the incident at the hospital, but at this moment, the scene vividly returned to her mind.
