Old Wei unexpectedly put Qiao Qingyu's name before He Xiuyu's, even his voice carried a touch of affection.
But these things actually were not important; she hadn't had time to think about such matters as her mind was somewhat blank at the moment.
She stared at the beautiful girl before her, her eyes lively, her glance moist. She was wearing a light-colored tweed coat with a beige hollow-out knit sweater underneath, her neck white and slender, her figure graceful. Her black hair was combed back at the nape of her neck, and at this moment, the sunlight happened to penetrate the thick clouds, shining on her face with a luminescent white glow, making her seem as though she could radiate light.
Just her standing there would make one unlikely to notice anything else.
She was a girl with a strong presence, a girl with astonishing poise, a girl who, after one glance, was very hard to forget.