Bei Mingyuan's mood had been like eating cotton candy—soft, fluffy, with a pleasant, subtle sweetness melting in his mouth. 'Though I've never actually had cotton candy, this must be what it's like, right?'
But the woman, also in a red dress, standing before him abruptly interrupted his train of thought, leaving him exceptionally displeased. However, his composure was always impeccable, so he showed no sign of annoyance, only asking politely yet distantly, "Am I happy?"
"You were smiling." The woman in red followed Bei Mingyuan's gaze and saw Xin Huohuo move to an exhibit showcasing a Hu-style robe embroidered all over with round floral patterns in gold thread. "You rarely smile, you know that?"
