Not far from the door, Changdong was firmly blocking a woman in a light pink satin slim-fit garment under a few wax plum trees. And that woman was trying look beyond him, and sometimes, looking around.
This woman was Jiang Xiaolian, who was known as "the first beauty in the Northwest".
Seeing an unrestrained white-clothed young man approaching him, Jiang Xiaolian showed joy, but after seeing the appearance of the person who was coming, a bit of disappointment flashed in her charming eyes.
Although the white-clothed young man in front of her was also handsome and suave, he was not the man he liked, the man who was as cold as ice, with eyes as deep as the sea, and showed domineering and extravagance in every move.
Even if the man's head was full of white hair, the silver threads fluttering in the wind all showed his deep infatuation with his dead wife, which made the women in the close-fitting garment, Jiang Xiaolian, even more excited.
