"Boss, give me a serving of roasted chestnuts." A crisp shout rang out.
Lin Junyan's mouth twitched, he raised his hand to his forehead, and sneaked a glance at Weisheng Yueren. Sure enough, his face was ashen, still in the hand-holding posture with Qinghe, but the fair lady's soft little hand was no longer there.
Lin Junyan let out a bitter laugh, wondering what kind of fate he had. So many prestigious young ladies, there are talented ones if talent was needed, ladylike ones if grace was desired, even some powerful women, and artistic ones too. Yet, why did he end up fancying such an oblivious, indifferent woman?
Lin Junyan deeply felt that he was destined to endure this, so naturally, he would be attracted to such a robust woman. In the past, wasn't it her impressive figure that had dazzled his eyes?
