She couldn't help printing the photos Ryan Xiang had sent on a color printer. Looking at the vivid images, Raina Lu flipped through them one by one, sat on the office sofa, and looked again. Smiling Mason Han, shy Mason Han, devoted Mason Han—a Mason Han who didn't belong to her at all... Compared with the first time, Raina Lu's psychological pressure was much less, but it still hurt. Slowly she loosened her grip and let the photos go. Should she say—Mason Han, I only hate that I didn't meet...