The delicate lines, make one's heart race. Hair like seaweed, obscures the longed-for face.,Seeing him so eager, Tian glanced at the newspaper with a raised eyebrow.,The sky seemed to ignore his words. A pair of large eyes stared intently at the three characters "Qin Jin," but there was a hint of gritted teeth. Holding the newspaper, he suddenly crumpled it in his fist.。