Qin Yu's long fingers tightened around the phone, the blue veins on his wrist with the pearl bracelet slightly protruding, his eyes deepening.
"I see."
He seemed to be answering, but also as if he were speaking to himself.
In the video, the young girl sat upright in a chair, surrounded by people curling her hair, her pink and white face even more visually striking than usual, exquisitely delicate, a palm-sized face blooming with beauty, a pair of large eyes like two shiny black gems, complemented by a waist-cinched pink dress, radiating a sweet fragrance that seemed to surge out of the screen.
It was so tender to the touch.
Qin Yu felt his throat dry up, only now realizing he had severely underestimated Ah Da's impact on him.
Ah Da, seeing he continued to be silent, even his gaze getting more intense to the point she didn't dare meet it, felt dangerously as if he would burst out of the phone to devour her in one bite.
