There were always some people in this world who stood apart, whether through their looks, their speech, their build, or their bearing. Those distinctive qualities could etch them deep into the memories of everyone who saw them, making them impossible to forget even after a single encounter.
His bargain-bin master was one such person. That porcupine-like bearing, that unbridled way of speaking, and all his outrageous antics ensured that anyone who met him would remember him for life.
Of course, such people were rare. Lu Feng had not met many, but there were two who qualified. His Shabby Master was one, and Fenfen Chengkuai was another.
Her features were so beautiful it was almost outrageous, as though Heaven had fashioned them with its finest ruler, following proportions of absolute perfection and leaving not a single flaw.
Although they had spent little time together that night, Lu Feng would never forget it. After all, any normal man who had the chance to get so close to such a breathtakingly beautiful woman would unconsciously bury the encounter in his heart as a treasured memory, then find himself secretly savoring it on certain nights.
Had the circumstances that day not been so strange, and had he not needed to find the more important Second Young Miss, Lu Feng might well have lingered in that tender haven and enjoyed it properly.
Though he had left soon afterward, her figure had been branded into his heart. He could not read, but his memory for images surpassed that of ordinary people.
Though he had caught only a glimpse just now, and only of her back at that, he trusted that he had not been mistaken. The purple-clad figure heading out through the city gate was Fenfen Chengkuai, whom he had met once at the Drunken Fragrance