Her voice was timid, as if she were a little shy and somewhat unpolished.
And her face was as red as a ripe apple, looking very bashful, which was enough to stir up any man's protective instincts.
Fu Liaoyi looked at the blushing girl as a fragrant breeze wafted towards him, inexplicably recalling the scene of his first date with his ex-girlfriend.
Back then, his girlfriend's complexion was also rosy, like the morning glow.
The bygone first love, like the haunting white moonlight, was unforgettable, and just like the pearls in bubble tea, sweet and sticky, bite-resistant and yet reluctant to swallow.
The girl before him, from any angle, was prettier than his first love.
But...
Let it be.
In this dim and glitzy setting, he felt a pang of sadness as he took the drink that was handed to him.
