“Shufeng…” Fengguang tilted her head to look at him and smiled sweetly, “My name is Xia Fengguang.”
“I know, your name is Xia Fengguang.” Shu Feng bent down slightly, a strand of long white hair falling to his chest, swaying gracefully in the breeze.
As if guided by a ghost, she reached out and grasped the strand of white hair. It felt wonderful to the touch, and the white color was remarkably clean. Yet, she still asked, "Why is your hair white?"
"Perhaps I'm getting old," he said with a light laugh, his eyes flashing with a captivating light that could steal one's heart.
Feng Guang was only distracted for a second before she came to her senses. She tried to ignore her abnormal heartbeat again and tightened her grip on the strand of white hair. But soon, she let go, and the strand of hair slipped out of her palm. She felt a strange emptiness in her heart.
She said, "You're not old."
I'm older than you.
"I'll grow up soon, and I'll get old too."
"By then..."
"When that time comes, you will still be sitting here, enjoying tea and admiring the flowers."
He paused slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips, but he didn't speak.
Feng Guang didn't like this topic, so she skipped it and grabbed his hand, stuffing the candied hawthorn with only one fruit left into it. "Shu Feng, this is proof of our friendship. If you accept this candied hawthorn, then you are my friend."
He looked closely at the candied hawthorn in his hand and casually asked, "If I become Fengguang's friend, will I have any special privileges?"
What privileges do you want?
“For example…” He lowered his head, only a few centimeters away from her face, close enough to feel each other’s breath and see their own reflections in each other’s eyes.
Feng Guang felt inexplicably nervous. Just when she thought he was going to do something, he suddenly flicked her forehead with his finger. She covered her forehead, cried out in pain, and then glared at him with a look of deep resentment, "What are you doing?"
It didn't really hurt, since he was quite careful with his strength.
He laughed and said, "This is the privilege I asked Feng Guang for."
"ha?"
"Sometimes it's quite amusing to see the dignified eldest daughter of the Xia family show such a surprised expression."
Fengguang: "..."
What is this if not a perverse sense of humor?!
"Someone is looking for you." His gaze never left her; his eyes were elegant, like blue sky and white clouds, high mountains and flowing water, yet silently containing a moving depth.
She blinked, puzzled.
Just then, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked in, led by the butler. Upon seeing his daughter, he exclaimed, "Fengguang!"
"Father?" Feng Guang turned around and saw Lian Zi following behind her father. She guessed that Lian Zi must have been too scared to come in with her, so she ran to find her father. She glared at Lian Zi angrily.
Lianzi, feeling wronged, took another step back.
Shu Feng stood up, holding the cat. He had elegant features and a gentle smile on his lips, which was as warm as a spring breeze. "Master Xia, I've heard so much about you."
"I wouldn't dare," Xia Chao hurriedly said. "My daughter is ignorant and has caused me much trouble. Please forgive her, young master."
“Miss Xia is very well-behaved and sensible, and has not bothered me at all.” The young master’s clear eyes smiled sincerely. “Miss Xia’s arrival has made my desolate manor much more lively.”
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