On that day, on the airplane.
"Hello, Sister-in-law Jiang, I am Dongfang Hanchen, pleased to meet you."
Mu Qiuniang was still in a daze when suddenly a voice reached her ears, and a man dressed in a similar Han-style lower robe sat beside her.
She put down her brush, turned her head, and saw a man with waist-length hair, elegant brows, delicate eyes, a beautiful mole, a prominent nose, red lips, fair skin, dressed in a white robe with embroidered clouds, like a noble young master from a traditional ink painting.
Especially his smile at the corners of his mouth, light and gentle, like a breath of spring breeze.
"Hello!" Mu Qiuniang responded a beat slower.
"I am your fan; may I take a photo with you? However, I'm not a sticky rice fan, nor a fan of Jiang Nuo," Dongfang Hanchen emphasized, being solely a fan of Mu Qiuniang.
Smelling the strong ink fragrance on him, Mu Qiuniang guessed it might be true.
"Sure!"
