"And what about the second one?" Ning Wanxi asked.
"The second one, well," Lu Xuan smacked his lips, and a hint of bitterness immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ning Wanxi paused upon seeing his grieving expression. It was clearly a very romantic memory; how did it turn him into a bitter melon face?
Lu Xuan said, "The second person, in fact, I was just joking with her."
Lu Xuan recalled the "second person," whose shiny blond hair flashed into his mind. Golden hair and blue eyes, yet possessed the delicate beauty of an Eastern woman, with skin that was smooth and tender—a stunning foreign beauty who was definitely not inferior to Ning Wanxi.
