Xie Xun lowered his head and chuckled softly, ascending the steps. Fengyu was dazzled by his smile—it was the first time she had seen him like this. Every other encounter involved an Xie Xun as cold as ice and exuding a sharp, murderous aura. Only today did she finally catch a glimpse of the rumored young marquis, riding his horse by a slanting bridge.
That smile—absolutely captivating!
Xie Xun took a few steps forward, glanced back to see her frozen in place, and raised an eyebrow. "Third Miss, at your pace, the lanterns will have burnt out before you reach the top."
Feeling embarrassed, Fengyu avoided his gaze and climbed up the stairs at a tortoise's speed. Finally reaching the rooftop, Fengyu was stunned by the sight of a city lit up with lanterns. "It's so beautiful!"
