C84 I Don't Understand Your Tenderness

The woman in the mirror was frowning deeply. Her usually indifferent face was filled with the charm and laziness of a young woman. The scattered half of her black hair hung messy in front of her chest, just like a reflection in a mirror. Ye Zichen let out a long sigh. It was hard to tell if he was happy or worried …

Behind her, Huan'er's hand that was tidying her hair could not help but tremble