I was badly pressed by He Gong just now. I have a backache. Now it takes a lot of effort to get up.

I got up, through the mirror in front of me, I could see Ji Qingxuan standing outside the compartment.

Although I saw him at the door of the hotel last time, I didn't see his face.

This is the first time I've looked him in the eye since I got out of prison.

Men are wearing black suits, and more than a year ago than almost any change.

And me?

I see my face in the mirror.



Water soaked hair stuck on my face, most of the makeup was spent, and my clothes were covered with dust left by the construction site.

I thought we would meet again.

But I didn't think it was when I was in such a mess.



Ji Qingxuan looked at me in the mirror, the corner of his mouth raised to one side, sneer sarcastically, "Qin Jiaqi, I haven't seen you for so long, I didn't expect you to become such a waste."

Waste?