The Little Princess wasn't particularly tall, standing around one meter sixty-five. A smile brought out two shallow dimples, truly giving her the appearance of a beauty.
Nobility and temperament coexisted within her, but whenever Liszt looked at her, his mind was flooded with definitions of a socialite, which made it impossible for him to associate her with purity.
Thus, he was unable to link her with innocence.
"Meioubao, Angela, I wish you happiness in your marriage," he lifted his glass, offering his blessing.
Angela's eyes twinkled with a smile, "Thank you."
Meioubao had been in an excited state these past few days and, hearing this, laughed, "I don't have time to talk more with you now. After the lunch banquet ends and the guests have left, we'll have a good chat."
"Alright."
Surrounded by the young nobles, the Meioubao Couple left, and the thought that had surfaced in Liszt's mind about finding Lady Martha for a chat also settled down.
