Miss Aqing really doesn't know what kind of person Xu Chang'an would be.
Does such a person really exist in this world?
"What kind of person is he?"
Miss Aqing held the hand of the girl in yellow, as their pairs of embroidered shoes lightly stepped on the water, walking towards the distant houses.
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Zhu Pingniang was also pondering this question.
What kind of person is he?
Zhu Pingniang had an answer in her heart early on, she didn't need Xu Chang'an to tell her, so what she was asking about was... his identity.
"Chang'an, who are you really?"
"..."
Zhu Pingniang waited for Xu Chang'an's reply.
She wanted an answer that would satisfy her.
This question could have an answer that would satisfy her.
Zhu Pingniang thought this way.
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Xu Chang'an: "..."
Who am I?
Many answers flashed through his mind, but in the end, he remained silent.
The thoughtful young man realized at this moment that the woman in front of him was actually expecting something.
