In Jiang Qiao's field of vision, besides Mu Chenyuan, there was also the clear light cast down from the sky.
So the weather that day had been so fine, snowing in the bright sunlight.
Mu Chenyuan's head was blotted out by that dazzling sunlight, and Jiang Qiao could not clearly make out the expression on her face, but for the most part, its undertone must have been worry.
Chapter 59