As the wind passed by, the man's shirt was lightly blown up. He did not carry the usual perfume of a normal young noble, and instead had a unique waft of a refreshing smell. Along with his aura, he seemed like a pure scoop of snow.
"Ya!" Jingjing suddenly stretched out her hand pointing at the man's waist and shouted, "His jade accessory is the same as sister's!" Crystal clear, round and smooth, the jade accessory of that man gleamed with a soft glow reflecting light. Standing back facing the wind, the jade swayed.
Chu Qiao's expression calmed down. As everyone looked on quietly without making a single noise, Chu Qiao stretched out her hand and placed it on the man's shoulders. With one quick flip, she jumped off from the carriage, and gently informed Pingan and the others, "Do not be so stunned. Quickly clear the path in front."
"Ah?" Pingan's eyes widened, as he looked at Chu Qiao before looking at the man, and turning back to ask, "Sister, you know him?"
