This was the third New Year's Eve that Shi Xiaole had spent in this world.
He was eighteen years old.
"Master, Young Master."
In the hall of the Golden Phoenix Tower, and led by three deputy masters, numerous high-ranking officials gathered together to pay their respects to Su Yanru and Shi Xiaole.
Su Yanru was in a red silk dress, with a matching gem-encrusted jade hairpin in her hair. Her raven hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her skin was as white as snow. Under the candlelight in the hall, she exuded an unparalleled bewitching and coquettish charm.
Shi Xiaole, by her side, was still dressed in a green shirt. However, it was tailored from the highest quality silk fabric at Su Yanru's behest. The sleeves and collar of the shirt had been embroidered with white borders, which made the shirt look elegant and refined, perfectly complementing Shi Xiaole's temperament.
