Zhao Fu felt somewhat awkward. He and Zheng Qiu were sitting naked on chairs, looking at the woman who had just walked in.
She had a beautiful face, a graceful figure, and snow-white skin. She wore a purple spaghetti-strap dress that exposed a broad stretch of tender skin across her chest. With light makeup on, she looked as though she had carefully dressed herself up, breathtakingly alluring.
Zhao Fu was not familiar with her, but they did know each other—they had been in the same class. She was Bai Yan!
She had been one of the beauties in Zhao Fu's university class, even considered a beauty of their department. At the same time, she was Yang Ze's girlfriend. Zhao Fu still remembered once seeing the two of them sitting sweetly on a bench. It had truly made people envious, enough to make one believe in love.
But Zhao Fu had never expected Zheng Qiu's cousin to be her, much less that they would meet in this manner.
Bai Yan had not expected this Zhao Fu to be the Zhao Fu from her university class, either. Zheng Qiu had mentioned Zhao Fu's name to her before, but there were far too many people with the same name. Bai Yan had never imagined that the Zhao Fu Zheng Qiu spoke of was the same Zhao Fu she knew.
Their identities were simply as far apart as heaven and earth. One was a simply dressed, somewhat introverted student; the other stood at the pinnacle of the world, holding the lives and deaths of countless people in his hands.
For such two people to be one and the same—if she had not seen it with her own eyes, Bai Yan would never have believed it was real.
Zheng Qiu had long told her about