Feast not a good feast.

Leng Xuan was taken aback and turned his head to look. Indeed, he noticed the white-haired beauty had been looking in his direction all along. When she saw him turn around, she did not exhibit the usual shyness of most girls. Instead of averting her gaze, she continued to stare directly at his face. Moreover, from her eyes, it was clear that she was not the kind of girl who would swoon over a handsome man. She was the cool type; her indifferent pupils conveyed a hint of curiosity.

"What's your name?" suddenly, the white-haired beauty asked, her voice cool and clear as well.

Leng Xuan hadn't expected her to strike up a conversation with him, but out of politeness, and not wanting to seem rude, he replied, "Leng Xuan!"

"Have we met somewhere before?"

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Both Leng Xuan and the white-haired beauty asked this question at the same time, then both chuckled.