Ye Xinluo stared at the photograph for a long time, the more she looked, the deeper her frown became.
In the photo, Beichen Rui was dressed in a black, well-tailored suit. He was standing at the center of the banquet hall, with someone beside him talking to him. People around were staring at him.
The brilliance of the aura around Beichen Rui was too dazzling. Even standing among the crowd, it did not diminish his noble temperament at all.
On the contrary, it emphasized Beichen Rui's extraordinary nobility. Undoubtedly, the people around him all became his backdrop.
A natural kingly aura made it hard for people to look away.
Ye Xinluo's gaze fell on Beichen Rui's face in the photo. Beichen Rui's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, seemingly not quite accustomed to such circumstances.
The more Ye Xinluo looked, the more uncertain she felt, a sense of panic rising from the bottom of her heart.
