Just as Zhi Wan turned her head, she saw a handsome young man walking toward them.
'So he's the Heir of Xuanping Marquis, Fu Hongyi!'
'He's not bad-looking and rather tall, but he looks far too thin, like he doesn't have much strength...'
In a fleeting moment, Zhi Wan had finished sizing up Fu Hongyi. She then turned her head back to continue admiring the peach blossoms on the trees.
Among the many young ladies, Fu Hongyi's gaze landed on Zhi Wan at once.
Though her attire was on the plain side, her face was more enchanting than any peach blossom, beautiful enough to steal one's breath away.
The young lady was unlike the others, who would blush shyly the moment they saw him. She merely gave him a fleeting glance before looking away.
It seemed the peach blossoms on the trees held more appeal for her than he did.
Receiving such a cold shoulder for the first time, Fu Hongyi found it novel. He felt this young lady was different from the others—very interesting.
