Zhou Shu watched foolishly as the carriage disappeared from sight, leaving him feeling as if his heart had emptied as well.
Zhou Jiu called from beside him, "Brother Zhou? Brother Zhou?"
Zhou Shu snapped back to reality and asked, "Ninth Young Master, whose daughter is this?" Zhou Shu had never imagined that there could be such a woman of ethereal beauty, untainted and pure in the world.
