Bei Mingyuan chuckled lightly.
'Who suspects someone so openly? And that guarded look on her face...'
As they talked, they unknowingly weaved through the crowd, walking slowly between the display stands.
Bei Mingyuan was tall. He held a wine glass in one hand, while his other hovered protectively behind Xin Huohuo's back—a true gentleman, never touching her. Occasionally, he would lower his head to say something, his expression relaxed and even pleasant. Xin Huohuo, on the other hand, had to look up at him and would pause from time to time. She was trying to keep her distance, but from afar, it looked as if she was worshiping the man beside her.
The scene looked remarkably harmonious, a surprisingly good match.
In the distance, the woman in red watched this scene, a flash of anger and a strange, cold light in her eyes. Her posture was very elegant; she stood with one arm crossed, the other hand unconsciously toying with an exquisite brooch on her chest.
