The exquisitely made, well-tailored suit outlined his slender figure. It was obvious that he had styled his hair tonight. Unlike the hairstyle that made him look like a pushover before, his short hair was fluffy, and his loose hair had been tidied up, revealing his full and smooth forehead.
A face that Song Jingwan had previously despised for being plain, appeared gentle, refined, smart, and full of scholarly aura under the moonlight.
He was like a young master from ancient times. His entire body was filled with a noble air.
An Feiran's lips curled up slightly. He took a few steps back like a gentleman and distanced himself from Song Jingwan.
"After you..."
He moved his body slightly to the side.
Song Jingwan bit her lips and her gaze moved around him.
She was unwilling to admit defeat and tried to find the shadow of the past in his eyes. However, Song Jingwan failed.
