What Bad Luck

Many people often say that when you learn to ice skate, you're bound to fall at least once. But Gu Zi did not fall even once because Su Shen was by her side.

As she glided gracefully on the skating rink, she sported a radiant smile, akin to a princess dancing a waltz, appearing light and agile.

In her previous life, she had been consumed by studies and work, leaving her with few hobbies beyond cooking and reading.

Now, she had stumbled upon a new passion—ice skating.

Turning around, she spotted Su Shen following closely, guarding her like a knight.

The man stood at least 1.9 meters tall, with a robust physique, long legs, and well-proportioned features that were fitting for a knightly figure.

A peculiar feeling welled up within Gu Zi. It was a sensation challenging to define but unmistakably one of security.

Perhaps her fixation on him had caused her to lose her balance, and she felt herself stumbling.