As it was already late at night, the lanterns decorating the nearby shops were at half their brightness. Di Fuyi stood in his dark robe that fluttered in the wind. The light drew a faint silhouette on him. He was not wearing a mask, and his smile felt like a spring breeze.
Gu Xijiu's heart naturally skipped a few beats. Although she was really close with him lately and they seemed inseparable, she was still attracted by his handsome face. Every time he smiled at her, she would feel her heart pound in her chest.
Earlier, Ye Ling had asked her what was so good about her fiancé and what made him better than Ye Ling. She just smiled and answered that they were both very different people, so it was unfair to make a comparison. However, looking at Di Fuyi now, she was reminded of the clear differences between them.
Di Fuyi was elegant, and it came naturally to him. Ye Ling was nowhere near as graceful or charming. It was clear that he was putting on a show.