C196 Birds of a Feather Flock Together

The man brushed aside the arm of the woman in the black dress and quickly walked over to Qin Anan. His deep, dark eyes softened as he looked at her, and his voice, low and pleasant, carried a touch of gentleness as he asked, "Anan, are you okay?"

Qin Anan shook her head slightly at his words, her crystal-clear eyes sparkling under the dazzling lights. Her lips, as delicate as flower petals