Perhaps it started that night in Xiang River, under the dazzling lights of Victoria Harbour, after kissing him.
After all, it was her first kiss, and the first time she felt such a strong thrill toward someone of the opposite sex.
But... could this be considered love?
Shen Yuyan chuckled self-deprecatingly, putting away her melodramatic self-pity.
...
The night had enveloped Shanghai.
Wai Tan No.1 Courtyard.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Huangpu River flowed quietly like a deep-colored satin.
"So... what is Tang Song's final opinion on Su Yu joining the family office?"
Ouyang Xianyue wore a simple white cashmere lounge set, holding a cup of warm tea.
Her smooth, medium-short hair casually draped down, elegant and aristocratic.
She wore no makeup, her skin remained tight and delicate, seemingly bearing no trace of time.
Mo Xiangwan recalled the conversation on the terrace with Tang Song.
