"Isn't this the once-despairing Xiong Fengru?"
"He's changed. This look of his even stirs my heart a little bit."
"That Xiong Fengru is back."
Many women blushed and their hearts raced as they tapped Xiong Fengru's handsome cheek.
Finally, one woman couldn't suppress her restless heart any longer. Clenching her pink fists, she shyly stepped forward and said,
"Brother Xiong Fengru, can I ask you out for a walk?"
Yang Xiaohong shyly pinched the corner of her sleeve, feeling a bit nervous, wondering if he would agree.
Seeing this, Xiong Fengru smiled faintly.
In these thousand years, it seems no girl has asked him out for a walk.
He had once tried to lead a peaceful life, to marry, but who would look at him?
Over the years, he had suffered quite a few setbacks.
Yet today, a girl had actually invited him out on her own.
In front of him was Yang Xiaohong, a beauty from Maple Fragrance Lake, renowned far and wide, the goddess in the hearts of countless men.
