"Huh? How come it's you?"
It was only at this moment that Lin Qingluo noticed the two people standing behind her maternal grandfather.
Her bright, black eyes fell on the handsome young man, and for a moment, she was taken aback. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of surprise and delight.
"I remember you, you were the one playing the flute by the riverbank."
"For Miss Lin to remember Liuyun, it is my honor."
Ji Liuyun's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, his demeanor elegant and charming, making him particularly pleasing to the eye.
"Qingluo, do you know Liuyun?"
Ye Xue'e looked at the golden boy and jade girl with a smile, and her eyes brightened upon hearing this, feeling quite relieved.
"It can't be considered as knowing each other, just having met once."
Lin Qingluo smiled calmly and gracefully.
"To know each other means to have fate."
Ye Xue'e's smile made her eyes turn into a thin line.