Xi Qian was stunned into silence upon hearing Li Xiran's observation. She couldn't believe that he'd gotten that impression just from seeing her from time to time. She didn't know whether she should be upset or impressed with him to be able to hit the mark so perfectly. Their encounters over the past weeks weren't that much and their conversations were nothing but short, so how did he come up with such a conclusion?
"Is that your impression of me, Mr. Li?" She said dryly, trying to recover.
Li Xiran shook his head and pulled his pants up to his knees, making sure that it wouldn't get wet. The black shoes he was holding earlier were now left on the drier part of the sand. He then glanced at Xi Qian, observing her reaction up close.
