She was a very pretty girl, with particularly clean features, reminiscent of the heroine in a youth film, somewhat like the girl next door.
When she smiled, it was like a camellia.
She had no aggressiveness, was very gentle, and seemed easy to get along with. No one would likely dislike such a girl.
Lin Chu knew Jiang Muzhou very well. In the past, his phone would only save photos of one person—Qiao An.
Smiling, angry, from the front, side view, back view, in the blazing summer, in the snowy winter...
All belonged to one person.
Lin Chu was still looking through the photos when she casually asked, "She's quite pretty, who is this?"
"My girlfriend," Jiang Muzhou snatched his phone back, treating it like a treasure as he put it back in his pocket, crossing his legs leisurely.
"What's her name?"
"Mu Zhinuan, so, doesn't her name sound gentle too?"
"How long have you been together?"
