The Return of the Un

Before me stood a woman of striking beauty. Her oval face was pale and smooth, without a hint of makeup. Her features were delicate yet elegant, refined without being common.,Qin Yi's eyes quietly swept over the crowd around him, and finally his gaze fixed on the scarlet digits of the electronic clock on the wall, falling into deep contemplation.,He remembered, that summer when he was 18 years old in his past life, he got into a fight at a bar because he was drunk and harassed the person in front of him, and was knocked unconscious.。