Is Quan Shifang pushing himself to the opposite side of all the ladies?
But she doesn't care anymore.
Ning Xiaoxian had just emerged from a mysterious state not long ago, still carrying an aura of ethereal tranquility. Standing by her side, Quan Shifang felt as though she was far, far away from him, seemingly untouchable, uncaressable, a strange sense of irritation flaring up in his heart. His fingertips started itching, longing to reach out and grasp her small hand. All notions of gentlemanly conduct, poise, and the scrutiny of onlookers were cast aside.
However, just as this thought arose, he forcefully suppressed it.
He was not someone who could do as he pleased.
She was dressed plainly in a simple white robe, far less bright than her junior sisters; her complexion serene, her demeanor cool and aloof, not as delicate and alluring as her junior sisters. Yet the only figure he was willing to embrace in his eyes and heart was hers.
