She felt a bit unfamiliar with this stage, but she enjoyed it immensely.
Li Zhiyuan sat below, with his head lowered.
He suddenly realized he had overlooked something, which was that he had replicated that image from his memory too precisely.
Thus, at this moment, sitting to his right was Li Lan.
Li Zhiyuan didn't want to see her, waved his hand, and the seat next to him was vacant.
As for the left side,
Li Zhiyuan turned his head to look, and there sat a refined and handsome man, applauding the performance on stage.
This man was his father.
He was always so warm and kind, devoid of any flaws typical of someone from the large courtyard, treating people with the gentle grace of jade.
It was precisely because of these qualities that Li Lan chose him.
Of course, he also frantically pursued Li Lan.
But Li Zhiyuan knew very well, before he pursued her, Li Lan had already set her sights on him.
