Chuzheng stood quietly beside the pastry shop, wearing a moon-white dress, holding a package of pastries.
Her appearance was dignified and delicate, not celestial, but she exuded an elegance and coldness, with a transcendent aura.
She belonged to the type that became more charming the longer one looked, making it hard to avert one's eyes.
Han Qiqi seemed to notice that Liang Xuan's gaze towards Chuzheng was off, lightly raising her willow eyebrows: "Young Master Liang, is this also one of your confidantes?"
"Him?" Chuzheng spoke first: "Unworthy."
The young girl's voice was cold and calm, like a sudden sound in a ceasing snowstorm.
A chill involuntarily rose from the depths of one's heart upon hearing it.
Liang Xuan's hand hanging to one side slightly clenched.
He had watched her jump off the cliff with his own eyes; he hadn't expected that she was still alive...
