When Chiang Xiao first met Meng Xinian, he gave her the impression of a leopard that moved quickly and silently, with a presence that was striking and threatening, whereas Kuang Yunxian seemed to be like a stalk of clear bamboo.
They were different species entirely, how could one compare them?
In her previous life, Chiang Xiao had liked such clear bamboo, graceful in posture, peaceful and pure.
Regardless, seeing such an elegant man lifted her spirits.
Meng Xinian, however, did not notice that Chiang Xiao's gaze at Kuang Yunxian was filled with appreciation and fondness for beauty.
That group of people had already reached their vicinity, so engrossed in conversation that they had not noticed someone standing before them and had not stopped their advance.
"Brother Yun Xian,"
The moment Meng Xinian spoke, Chiang Xiao couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, briefly smiling.
