Chapter 287: 133 Fog (Part One)_3

There's plenty of fish in the sea; if this one doesn't work out, there's always another.

As Zhao Qin's thoughts were interrupted by a flash of a figure in black, she felt puzzled, why was she suddenly thinking of him again?

She quickly lowered her head and took a sip of water to calm her nerves.

Such a heartless guy, disappearing for so long, did he die or something?

Zhao Qin felt a pang of anxiety in her heart; suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted past her nose, and she froze on the spot.

She abruptly stood up, startling everyone around her.

Zhao Qin quickly turned her head to look outside, and in the next moment, Zhu Mingjing entered.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Zhao Qin stared intently at Ming Jing's face. Why did their scents smell so similar?

Was it a coincidence?

Ming Jing's gaze swept over Zhao Qin's face, her eyes narrowing slightly, and her eyebrows furrowing.