Jinling Grand Hotel.
Presidential Suite.
Qin Fan tiptoed as he pushed open the door, walked into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed.
He gazed at the peacefully sleeping Jiang Yino, a tender smile on his face as he slowly placed a hand on her pretty, rosy cheek.
He didn't say a word. His touch was incredibly gentle. As fragmented memories of his past life with Jiang Yino pieced themselves together in his mind, a warm, happy smile he couldn't contain spread across his face.
