After leaving the hotel, Wang Hao received a phone call from Liu Huanxi, who had asked him to meet at a Western restaurant on Fufront Street.
Liu Huanxi wore a pale blue cinched waist long dress, looking from afar like a fairy untouched by the mortal coils, truly attracting the eyes of many creatures.
At that moment, she sat alone in the restaurant, at a window-side table, gazing out at the smoky, rain-colored sky. Her brows slightly furrowed, her clear eyes reflected an indescribable melancholy, like that of lilac flowers.
Several men, who considered themselves elites of high society, came over to strike up conversations, but she politely rejected them all.
"This girl is really beautiful!" someone exclaimed sincerely.
"I wonder what kind of man could be worthy of such a fairy?"
"If I could date her, even if it meant living ten years less, I would be willing!"
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