Lu An didn't express much in his words but Jin Nian knew better than anyone else that he was a steady person. She knew what kind of person Lu An was.
Whether it was more than ten years ago or now, Lu An was as good as ever.
As evening approached, the setting sun shone into the room through the French windows. The marble in the room reflected a golden light. The light was diffused and reflected, filling the entire house with a hazy, yellow beauty.
It was Jin Nian's first time here. She pushed the door open and walked into the house. She was very curious about what Lu An had in this house in Hong Kong.
She automatically put herself in the position of the hostess and walked around the room. Whenever she saw a beautiful flower, she would go over and smell it. When she saw a flower stuck on the wall, she would stop by and enjoy its beauty.
