The twilight in M State, at the private lakeshore of the Corleone Family, the castle's magnificent reflection fell within, while the riverside was still covered with uncleaned residual snow.
Meng Tingxu, about to turn 18, was swinging her legs, sitting on the riverside.
Bai Niao was slender, dressed in a white shirt, and black trousers that highlighted his long, lean legs, his waist firm and supple.
"It's almost time again for the day when you issue a challenge to me," Meng Tingxu squinted her eyes looking at him, a smile brimming in her eyes. "Bai Niao, you won't lose, will you?"
The delicate and melancholic young man's features already bore traces of maturity, and such silent scrutiny of someone conveyed deep-seated emotions.
He said, "Will Your Highness wait for me?"
Meng Tingxu's heart thumped vigorously.
Her fingertips grew cold, and her palms were sweaty. "Wait for you to do what?"
