The privileged living conditions gave her ample time and money to take care of herself, so even after so many years, it seemed as if time had not left much of a mark on her, and she remained as elegant and beautiful as ever.
"Is there something you need?"
After not seeing each other for over a decade, Qin Muni's overly indifferent attitude made Zhao Yaru's eyes well up with tears, a faint mist forming in her eyes that were identical to Qin Muni's peach blossom eyes, the redness of her eye rims evoking pity.
Her wounded expression inexplicably repulsed Qin Muni, "If there's nothing, then I'll be leaving first."
Fearful she might truly turn away and leave, Zhao Yaru quickly spoke anxiously, "Let's find a place and talk for a while."
Qin Muni stood upright, staring directly at Zhao Yaru, who was only inches away from her, her lightly made-up face showing no emotion.
After hesitating for about five seconds, she nodded to agree, then took the lead in leaving.
