Su Qing's tears involuntarily streaked down as she opened her eyes and looked around. In each painting here, that man—who made her heartache—gazed tenderly and deeply at the woman in his arms, a woman who was not her!
Su Qing's gaze intently studied the image of Qin Qin, desiring to discern what kind of woman could make such a handsome and exceptional man love her so deeply.
Eventually, Su Qing retracted her attention, feeling a heavy sense of loss in her heart.
Perhaps Qin Qin didn't possess a stunning beauty like hers—striking enough to shock the world—her looks were just above average. Yet it was such a woman who had garnered the adoration of a distinguished man who treasured her more than life itself.
Before Su Qing could ponder further, some noise filtered in from outside. Not daring to linger, she waited for the sounds to subside before slipping out of the room and avoiding areas under surveillance.
