Shuang Ming looked at Nuonuo with calm eyes. He smiled and nodded at those two words, revealing none of his true thoughts.
"Hello."
"Please, come in."
Shuang Ming said with a smile, raising one hand and turning aside to make way.
After only ten minutes of conversation, Wang Nuonuo had to admit that the man before her was simply a born master of controlling the atmosphere. Perhaps this was the aura of someone truly powerful.
In conversation and eye contact, he could notice every detail about you, then subtly take your thoughts into consideration through his words.
Whenever the atmosphere began to turn cold, he could perfectly use his broad knowledge to rekindle everyone's interest in the conversation.
No wonder her father had always emphasized how outstanding the man before her was.
Indeed, if Shuang Ming appeared anywhere else, countless women would surely pursue him.
Power, looks, temperament, manner of speech, family background... every aspect was exceptional. It could even be said that, until now, she had never met a young man more outstanding than Shuang Ming in these regards.
However...
Every place in her heart had already been reserved for that broad back that had once shielded her from wind and rain, that had once given her endless hope in her helplessness.
He was not particularly handsome, yet he was the most handsome man to her.
He was an orphan, but he had fought his way to where he was today, possessing strength others could never imagine.
Before meeting her, he had not been much of a talker. Naturally, he still was not one now, always quiet and reserved, but every word he spoke carried immense weight.
In her heart, he was the true hero who stood tall beneath the heavens.
As she thought of this, a faint