One cannot deny it, this man is exceptional. Yu Ting is close enough to detect the faint fragrance of sun-baked clothing and the chilly odour that naturally emanates from him.
It's a pleasing scent of a mature man, one which sends Yu Ting's senses reeling.
Whoever has the good fortune to share their life with him will relish in each other's company.
After catching a glance of Yu Ting, Lu Nanchen picked up his pen to sign his name, his finger joints flexing. Conventionally, on his ring finger was the wedding ring from his marriage.
In the original novel, the original heroine told him not to wear his ring at school, but Yu Ting never said anything of the sort. It wasn't something to be embarrassed about, there was no reason to hide it.
Marrying young was not a crime.
Lu Nanchen.
His handwriting, unlike how reserved he was as a person, was bold and flamboyant. Each stroke, each hook was sharp and aggressive.
