The voice fell, but there was no sound in the room.
Shen Qingyun raised his head, his face was gray, his eyes fell on the face in front of him, and then fell into those eyes.
In fact, the most resemblance to this face is the pair of eyes. Clear, bright, with a pair of eyes that always seem to have light.
Her favorite before was also these eyebrows.
But now, these eyes are not the same. Emotions and sorrows, joy and calmness, now these eyes are looking at her, with caution in their eyes, full of expectations.
"I..." She wanted to speak, but when she opened her lips, she realized that there was no sound coming out of her throat.
The longer the time, the tighter the palm of her wrist will be. He waited for her for a long time, but he didn"t get what he wanted to hear.
The hope in Jiang
