"Ye Feng!"
Today, Fang Qingxue wore a beige bolero over a blue dress that hugged her slender legs with silky stockings, exuding an alluring youthful aura.
Her delicate face, free from makeup, was pure and ethereal. A bright smile blossomed on her pretty face, like a multitude of flourishing flowers, irresistibly stunning.
Upon seeing Ye Feng, Fang Qingxue quickly walked up to him.
"Qingxue, what are you doing here?"
Every time Ye Feng saw Fang Qingxue, he felt a comforting sense. This girl, though born into an extraordinary family, never flaunted it, nor did she ever act superior. Whether in her attire or in her actions, she always gave people an immensely reassuring and down to earth impression.
Looking at Ye Feng, a blush involuntarily crept onto Fang Qingxue's face. She was almost too familiar with the news about Ye Feng, as she was clear about every single thing related to him.
But the more she knew, the more Ye Feng seemed like an enigma, difficult to fully comprehend: