07 The Ladder of Rising

Wang Siyin’s lip angle was slightly hooked, and his eyes fell on Long Zimeng. He said softly: “Yes, 3 years have passed, and the days you have been with me are really not short.”

Long Zimeng didn’t speak, just picked up the comb, slowly combing the ink-like black and bright long hair, then, seems to be with a little careless, casually pulled a bun, loosely hanging behind the head.

Her eyes moved to the wide mirror in front of her, and now she looked at herself carefully, from every contour of her face to every line of her figure, the expression of concentrati......