With a "bang," the red wine glass in Fu Xuan's hand dropped to the floor. She was oblivious to it, looking at Yan Luoxi in shock.
The national sensation and trending second female lead, she certainly knew who she was, but what truly made her lose her composure was Li Yeqi's introduction.
She's Li Yeqi's wife?
Was it a coincidence, or did Li Yeqi do this on purpose?
Yan Luoxi stared at the exquisitely beautiful woman in front of her. Time had not left any marks on her; it was only upon closer inspection that she found her strangely familiar.
Fu Xuan, is it?
At the last charity dinner, she had been desperate to meet her, nearly making a fool of herself.
And now, without any warning, they met. A string in her heart "twang" snapped as she instinctively tightened her grip on Li Yeqi's hand.
Their eyes locked.
After turning eight, the woman who existed only in her mind and dreams gradually became clearer.
