The man in red majestically walked towards her like a fire that managed to attract anyone's attention when it grew bigger and spread over a wider area. The fire was dangerous, but no one could take their eyes off it because they were too afraid the fire would devour them if they looked away even for a moment.
Xia Qiao was the same as she could only keep staring at the man as the man continued to walk closer to her. There were stairs in front of the pavilion, and how the man slightly lifted the front of his red clothes was even graceful in Xia Qiao's eyes.
Four years ago, she had never noticed how Lan Zihao usually walked, but somehow she thought that the word "elegant" wasn't even enough to describe how the man was moving his feet toward her.
