Water-Flowing Willow-Blossom Soup

Wang Yan handed the phone back to Xu Hongdou. "It really is pretty good. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come, right?"

"Exactly. People these days love sharing their travel experiences. Saying how great a place is might not generate much buzz, but if you say how bad a place is, it practically can't help going viral."

Xie Xiaochun held out her hand with a smile. "I'm Xie Xiaochun. Nice to meet you."

The two shook her hand in turn. Xie Xiaochun asked curiously, "Did you two come together?"

Xu Hongdou shook her head. "No. We just happened to meet in Dali. I rode in his car, and only then did we realize we'd both booked rooms at Windy Courtyard."

Seeing Xie Xiaochun looking at him with a grin, Wang Yan laughed. "Everyone appreciates beauty. Didn't scientists conduct studies showing that if men looked at beautiful women for ten minutes every day, they could live four or five years longer? I'm seriously looking after my health here."

Was Xu Hongdou really that breathtakingly beautiful? Definitely not. Her figure was not exceptional, and when it came to looks, there was always someone prettier. She was indeed beautiful, but not enough to be called unparalleled. Even now, as a well-maintained thirty-two-year-old in her natural state, she still was not the sort of beauty that made people stop dead in their tracks.

It was only because, when Wang Yan had been twelve, thirteen, or fourteen, he had seen that image of her in flowing white robes, ethereal as an immortal, and it had been unforgettable. Memories always came with an extra filter, so Xu Hongdou naturally seemed different. After all, what man around that age had not once dreamed of being a dragon knight? Of course, not everyone thought that way. Zhao Linger was also