Jiang Yisen felt his heart stir.
He had never had such a direct emotional response before, the kind that made his heart flutter. Always playing the field, passing through a sea of flowers without a single one sticking to him, this level of purity actually reminded him of the thrill of meeting his first love back in his school days.
Seeing her walk away, Jiang Yisen finally retracted his gaze and glanced over at Fang Minghe, whose eyes were still fixed in that direction.
Jiang Yisen slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from between his thin lips, the glowing red ember tossed to the ground and crushed under the heel of his shoe. With one hand casually in his pocket, he leaned back lazily against the hood of the car, "Mr. Fang, do you know that girl?"
"Which one?" Fang Minghe also turned his gaze back, sounding puzzled.
"The one in the white dress."
