On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Wu Xuewei went to visit her relatives and friends. In the courtyard of the Jun District, she unexpectedly met Feng Churui and... a woman.
Wu Xuewei’s mood at that time could not be described. It was a little bad.
It was as if her heart had been stung by something, and she felt a faint pain.
The woman beside Feng Churui was wearing a long cream-colored coat and a pair of gold-plated high heels. Her long black hair had a natural curl at the end, and it spread out gently.
Wu Xuewei’s gaze did not linger for long. With just a quick glance, she had already remembered that person’s appearance.
His appearance was likable and gave people a very comfortable feeling. There was no pressure to get along with him. When he was chatting and laughing with Feng Churui, there was a small dimple at the corner of his mouth, which was especially sweet.
