What brought Li Beicheng back to reality was the change in Yan Xiaye's eyes compared to five years ago and that indescribable cold hatred.
She never made a scene like a shrew about the pains from her past, this self-control and forbearance were something countless notable ladies couldn't learn.
But every time she saw him, her eyes bristled with spikes, each time hoping to wound him until he was bloodied.
At that moment, the smile on her lips vanished upon seeing him, turning into an expressionless face. Without waiting for him to come close, she had already grasped Little Yunduo's hand, walking towards him with a straight back, exuding a calm beauty that demanded attention.
Then — they brushed past each other.
At that instant, Li Beicheng halted in his tracks, hearing the childish voice of Little Yunduo behind him: "Yanyan, what pose should we strike when we take photos?"