"Thank you so much for today, Fei Han."
"And you are?"
"My name is Liang Anya."
Fei Han silently mouthed her name, his expression as warm and clear as sunshine, seeming to light up the night: "Serenity, elegance. In Chinese, aren't these two words used?"
It seemed like this could help him remember her name more clearly.
She laughed, "Looks like your Chinese is pretty good."
Fei Han's words quickly closed the distance between the two of them.
The young man in front of her lacked the typical European aloofness and cold detachment.
Liang Anya's questions became bolder: "Do you really live near Beiming Hall? Why would you live in such a place? Aren't you afraid of the people from Beiming Hall?"
Fei Han's eyes, as pure and distant as gemstones, blinked as he smiled, "Why should I be afraid of the people from Beiming Hall?"
