1 Zongming Mountain Misfortune
"Unmarried fiancé?" Ling Chen was momentarily stunned.
He remembered that the porridge girl had been living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, rarely venturing out. How could she suddenly have an unmarried fiancé? But then again, he realized, this was, after all, someone else's private affair; why would she casually disclose it to an outsider? Still, the porridge girl's words left him somewhat helpless. He was only concerned for a friend; was she overthinking things?
In the midst of his thoughts, he couldn't resist stealing a glance at the porridge girl. Her face, delicate as a goose egg, with every contour seemingly sculpted with precision, was round and flawless. With a pert, aquiline nose and slender lips, her eyes were like pools of clear spring water, transparent and bright. Even without makeup, she was still stunning beyond compare.
Such a woman would make any man's heart flutter.
