That was none other than Jiang Yi.
In fact, the photograph was very blurry, and it was impossible to make out the face of the person in it.
But to her lover, with whom she spent all her days and nights, it was not necessary to see her face; even her walk, every single move of hers, was etched in Wen Suihan's memory.
The person in the photograph was indeed her.
Wen Suihan enlarged the photograph to the maximum size.
He stared greedily at the person in the photo, over and over, examining it in detail.
Even though he knew what the woman he longed for looked like.
But he couldn't help wanting to see her more clearly, thus he overlooked the presence of another person next to her.
At a distance of less than two meters from Jiang Yi, a Chinese man in a suit was following right behind her.
That man was on the phone, but his eyes were constantly fixed on Jiang Yi's back, as though she might vanish into thin air the next moment, his anxiety evident.
