Chapter 127 The Vinegar Jar Spilled

• She was very thin, her slender body wrapped in a light blue dress, her fair skin setting off the dress extremely elegantly, her waist-length hair hanging smoothly on both sides, her three-dimensional features softened by the airport lights.
• There was a graceful aura of a woman of time passing through her, overlapping with the figure of someone in Han Qing's memory.
• Han Qing's footsteps subconsciously paused, his gaze fixed on her.