Qin Youxue's steps faltered slightly, as she lifted her head to look over there. Mo Hexuan came in, holding hands with a woman dressed exquisitely and adorned elegantly, heading towards the jewelry counter for wedding rings.
For a moment, she was somewhat surprised. She thought she'd never meet him again in her lifetime, yet unexpectedly, here they were in such a place.
Not knowing what kind of mindset she was in, she stopped her steps, her gaze involuntarily following the direction of those two people. However, almost everyone on the first floor was also fixated in that direction, so she didn't seem out of place.
That woman, is she Chu Xiaoyu? In person, she's even more attractive than she imagined.
The aura of a well-bred young lady from a good family is something that requires familial heritage, a grace she could never attain in her lifetime.
