The man's voice was very gentle.
Although his eyes were blue like a foreigner's, his appearance was more like a gentleman from the ancient Country Hua. He was about thirty years old, and his hair was slightly curly and a little long.
When he saw Xing Jiuan enter, he was stunned for a moment before he asked gently, "Young lady, are you lost?"
Xing Jiuan looked at the man in front of her and her eyes unknowingly turned a little red.
It was as if she had returned to the first time they met in her previous life. The man stood in front of her with one arm, but there was no gloominess on his face. He looked at her as he did now and asked the depressed Xing Jiuan gently:
"Little kid, are you lost?"
Xing Jiuan had been arrogant and willful for more than ten years. But the situation had changed back then and she had been in a sorry and embarrassing state.
It was at that moment that she met the man before her.
