Not far from the door, Chang Dong was firmly blocking a woman in a light pink satin slim-fit garment under a few wax plum trees. And that woman was trying look beyond him, and sometimes, looking around.
This woman was Jiang Xiao Lian, who was known as "the top beauty of the North".
Seeing an unrestrained white-clothed young man approaching her, Jiang Xiao Lian showed joy, but after seeing the appearance of the person who was coming, a bit of disappointment flashed in her charming eyes.
Although the white-clothed young man in front of her was also handsome and suave, he was not the man she fancied, the man who was as cold as ice, with eyes as deep as the sea, and showed domineering and extravagance demeanor in his every move.
Even if the man's head was full of white hair, these silver threads fluttering in the wind all showed his deep infatuation with his dead wife, made this woman in the close-fitting garment, Jiang Xiao Lian, even more excited.
