It was as if a white knight was extending a hand to his princess.
As though, by placing her hand in his, she would become the blissful princess, possessing an enviable love.
Jiang Mengxue experienced a momentary daze, but quickly came to her senses and stretched out her delicate palm, placing her hand in his.
The instant her hand was grasped by his, her heartbeat skipped a beat.
Such a simple action had completely ensnared her.
She knew she had fallen in love with Si Ye, this perfect man, and she would never be able to extricate herself for as long as she lived.
The two headed toward the dance floor, and among the many couples, they were the most conspicuous pair.
Chen Zhi downed the champagne in her glass and quietly retreated to the balcony.
The pristine curtains concealed her figure; she leaned on the railing, enjoying the gentle breeze, feeling very comfortable.
Downstairs was a large garden, now brimming with blossoming flowers, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
