Julian Ford didn't answer his question immediately, but first opened Ella Rivers' Weibo. The coldness in his eyes gradually turned into a smile, but this smile had a world-shattering playfulness.
He gently rubbed the Weibo post that Ella Rivers shared about his little sister with his thumb.
Clearly, it was the face of a delicate little homebred beauty, but there was an enchanting allure in her eyes. He lightly curled his lips, "This photo was taken before she went to meet you, wasn't it?"
Maxim Ford also looked down, seeing the two shallow dimples on her cheeks, his heart ached fiercely, the hoarse voice carried a hint of affection: "Yes, at that time, she smiled so sweetly, who would have thought..."
While speaking, he paused, seemingly not wanting to continue thinking about it.
The face of his little sister could be lovely, or glamorous, or elegant and refined, or charming.
Always exquisite, yet never imagined, her once beautiful face would be beaten to such a swollen state.
