Lu Hualiang gazed fixedly.
So free, so unrestrained, so spontaneous.
As carefree as the wind, full of bold spirit.
At this moment, he seemed to see her true self.
This was the first time he saw her smile so happily.
Watching Xia Weibao move like the wind in the center of the square, spinning and leaping, wild and unbridled.
He fell into deep thought, maybe, he had never truly understood her.
She had a gentle appearance, a natural ethereal aura, with classical grace; dancing classical dances, singing ancient songs, able to write calligraphy, she seemed all too much like a woman who loved tranquility and antiquity.
Although occasionally playful, occasionally causing trouble, it never destroyed her gentle demeanor like the flowing rivers of Jiangnan.
Therefore, everyone believed her personality should be inclined towards quietness.
Even he thought the same.
But now, apparently, it was wrong.
