C132 Old Fu Jin

"Are they together?" Ye Qingru's fingertips unconsciously fell on Yu Bingyi's silver mask, and her fingers trembled slightly.

Her chest felt sore for some reason. It was less of the joy of seeing Ling Fengyue holding onto him for the first time.

The photo was taken by the two of them at the banquet held by the Beiping's Chamber of Commerce. The man and the woman stood shoulder to shoulder