The encounter in the market of Xianyang City freezes this life and the next life.
Fusu still clearly remembered that the wind and the sun were beautiful that day, reflecting the nervous and slightly red face of the girl covered by the veil. A few strands of black hair fell on her shoulders.
"Yes... I'm sorry, the girl didn't mean to bump into the young master..."
As if struck by fate, he was stunned.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Hey, it doesn't matter."