"Alright!" Feng Huang sighed, handing the suitcase to Shen Yu.
He was still hoping that Jian wasn't dead, that she had just changed her career to become a painter. It wasn't until he knew that her eyes were in Yin Ruo's hands that he realized he was thinking too much...
How could a blind person possibly paint?
Moreover, Yin Ruo was ruthless. Since she had taken Jian's eyes, she wouldn't let her live.
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After Jian Xi bought the café, she had a reason to stay here. Early in the morning, she would come to the café, start reading, drinking yogurt, eating desserts, eating fruit...
She occasionally used a small telescope to look at the mansion in the distance, waiting for Nan Mufeng to come for their appointment.
Time slipped away slowly from her fingertips. In the blink of an eye, it was noon. Jian Xi was getting sleepy, and Nan Mufeng still hadn't appeared.
"Director Jian, would you like to take a nap in the lounge?" the manager asked considerately.
