From the moment Xu Qingfeng met Li Yanlin, perhaps it was fate: one more glimpse of you, and my heart would stir.
Later, Qi Yu asked Xu Qingfeng what kind of person she liked. Xu Qingfeng lowered her head with a faint smile, barely able to hide her delight as she thought of that man’s striking brows and bright eyes. “I like men who grow more mature with time, just like... Li Yanlin.”
I have three loves: first, scenery as beautiful as a painting; second, someone like you; and third, a beauty like me...
Li Yanlin couldn’t help looking toward Xu Qingfeng. Let me look at you once more. You fill both my heart and my eyes...
