The expression on Ye Ranran's face in the photo is abnormal, clearly not in a natural state.
Feixue mused, someone must be controlling Ye Ranran. With years of experience as a fan, she knew that girl would never get intimate with a man randomly.
Feixue thought deeply, her brows gradually furrowing, and her fingers lightly tapping the next photo.
This time, the pose of the two in the photo had changed, with gentle lighting casting on Ye Ranran's snow-like skin, reflecting a red lotus flower.
The photos are high-definition, so the details of the red lotus are crystal clear.
In Feixue's mind, a scene flashed of her standing in front of a mirror...
She furrowed her brows; why does this red lotus look so familiar?
Suddenly, her brain was hit with a shock, as if countless hammers were pounding.
Feixue rubbed her temples with both hands, groaning as her breathing became rapid.