Although Jing Wan had not interacted with Shu Ning for very long, she felt that the other woman was cultured and gentle, and seeing her sitting there quietly at the moment, not knowing what she was thinking about, her head slightly bowed, her long eyelashes raised like a small fan. Her hands were holding a pomegranate flower, and she plucked the fire-red flower petals one by one, letting them fall thickly onto the rug. Lan Qin returned, holding many photos, and spread them out onto the bed one by one to show her: “This is when we were still in Wang Zhou, the Commander and Liu Shao are together in this one, Madam and Liu Shao in this one…”