Ye Han reflected on her first impression of Shan Mingxu, and couldn't help but find it amusing...
A military punk relying on connections from his Red Third Generation background to idle away his days in the barracks.
Yes, a... military punk...
But he's got such a distinctive flair, making him exude masculine charm without saying a word.
Ye Han knew Shan Mingxu wasn't that old, having just turned twenty-three, but compared to the boys of the same age in her school...
Shan Mingxu seemed much more mature and unique.
His sharp eyebrows were so profound that when they slightly frowned, his forehead would form a "川" character...
Some said that if someone frowns and a "川" character forms between their brows, then that person... is a good person.
An unfounded saying, yet at that moment, Ye Han believed it.
Shan Mingxu was a good person.
That day, they didn't talk much, speaking more about each other's parents.
