She used to read The Book of Songs. She still remembered one line from that book —'Look at those recesses in the banks of the Qi, with their green bamboos, so fresh and luxuriant! There is our elegant and accomplished prince, as from the knife and the file, as from the chisel and the polisher!'
Her teacher had explained the line for her, but back then, she couldn't imagine the face of the man in the poem.
Now, as she saw Jiang Yuning, that line popped up in her mind.
She had seen many guys in white shirts, including Nian Junting, Mo Liuxi, Feng Ji Chuan.
However, in comparison with Jiang Yuning, they all lacked the innocence that he had. That innocence was coming from his bones, deep inside.
"Ahem." Seeing Nian Xi fix her eyes on Jiang Yuning, Zhan Hong put a fist on his mouth and coughed. Then, he reminded her saying, "Nian Xi, the breakfast is on the table. Pick some and then we'll go. Otherwise, we'll miss the plane."
