C102 A Fickle Woman

Her breathtaking beauty is gone, leaving only her usual appearance.

She sat on the dried cinnabar and slanted her body as she quietly looked at Zhou Jun. Her face was filled with resentment, and her eyes were filled with tenderness.

She was eighteen years old, the age of youth.

There was a pair of big eyes on her pale and clean face, embellishing the face of an ordinary girl