Yanxi looked towards the woman standing in the center of the banquet hall.
Xia Yiwan had already changed into another dress, a black V-neck miniskirt, with a delicate collarbone, a pair of slim and straight legs under the hem of the skirt, and her long hair put up into a bun, revealing a swan-like slender white neck.
She still wore a veil on her face, and her clear, bright apricot eyes, slightly smiling, made the roses at the corners of her eyes dazzlingly peerless with the charm of her smile.
As if she sensed his gaze, she also looked over at him.
The two of them, their eyes met.
That familiar sense of deja vu once again spread through Yanxi's chest.
Could she be Xia Yiwan?
"Young Master Yan, our young lady is still waiting for you!"
Shi Ying held onto Yanxi's arm, "Don't go over there!"
