C92 How Could He Write a Remorse Letter
Lu Jingxi was washing the dishes beside the pool with an apron. His shirt was rolled up to his elbow, and the veins on his arm were exposed. The lights in the kitchen shone on his face, reflecting his gentle appearance.
Tang Qingge frowned. She did not understand what was going on with these two children tonight. Afraid that he would be sad, she subconsciously explained