Fengyu hadn't expected Lin Xiao and Zhang Boxin to personally deliver her birthday gift. The two arrived in West Continent with just a dozen men, pushing their horses hard along the way. As soon as they dismounted, Fengyu dashed out of her mansion to greet them, making Lin Xiao and Zhang Boxin simultaneously smile and wave at her.
"How is it you two?" Fengyu exclaimed in surprise. Even after sunset, West Continent remained brightly lit like daytime. Gazing at these once-dignified young noblemen clad in luxurious attire, her astonishment gave way to joy. Seeing old acquaintances again naturally brought happiness.
Watching Fengyu rush over in the twilight, Lin Xiao's heart raced like a startled deer. Though he knew their fates didn't align—she and Xie Xun were promised to each other in this life—her eyes would never hold him. That youthful infatuation was hard to forget, yet he no longer clung obsessively to having her, nor would he impulsively ask her anymore if she ever liked him.
