The crowd dispersed, and Lin Ziran finally got a chance to approach Ou Lan, who was still staring blankly at Prince Mu's retreating figure.
For some reason, she felt he was very warm, so warm that she too wanted to get close to him.
But she felt inferior, how could she be qualified to be friends with a prince? She was just a poor girl.
Well, no need to be friends, she could just idolize him.
Lin Ziran quickly nudged Ou Lan, "So, Ou Lan, did you get the invitation?"
Ou Lan looked at the notebook in his hand, "There were too many people, no chance to talk; I think he mistook me for a girl who wanted an autograph, and he signed his name for me."
Although it was disappointing not to get an invitation, getting Prince Mu's autograph was exciting, so Lin Ziran snatched the notebook from Ou Lan's hand, "Let me see, what does the autograph of our handsome and young Prince Mu look like?"
