Ding Xiaoyu slowly came to her senses, and she looked at Guo Yi. In a daze, she felt that the man before her was the one she had been searching for across three lifetimes. He was so handsome, so dashing. And so exceptional, he was truly the epitome of her ideal partner.
What girl doesn't harbor a springtime of love? What girl doesn't have a hero in her heart?
One could say, Guo Yi is every girl's ideal icon.
But Guo Yi could only belong to one person. Mu Zhiruo's figure emerged in Ding Xiaoyu's mind. The excitement on Ding Xiaoyu's face instantly turned cold, she bowed her head and thought to herself, "Sister Mu, Xiaoyu is truly envious of you."
Nothing but envy, nothing but to offer a word of blessing.
Duan Feifei stood five meters away from Guo Yi, her figure tall and slender, the black evening dress making her as majestic as a proud black swan. With an extraordinary demeanor, her eyes, bright as stars, fixed on Guo Yi.
