Chapter 92 Is it really her?

Si Jinghuai looked at the clothes she was clenching in her hands. His fingertips were white and his body was shaking. It was obvious that he was suppressing his anger. His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily. He took out a cigarette irritably, lit it, and took a deep puff, but he still couldn't suppress the indescribable feeling of irritability. In the viewing pavilion under the heavy rain, she once held his hand like this...