The next day, Li Luo was whistling happily as he skipped down the stairs.

When he reached the first floor, he was surprised to see many familiar faces gathered.

On the left, Jiang Qing'e, hair elegantly tied up. She was glowing like a jewel in the morning sun, a living, breathing fantasy.

Beside her, Yan Lingqing, elbows against the table and hands propping up her face, on which there was a look of mischief.

Jiang Qing'e and Yan Lingqing were sitting opposite Lu Qing'er, who was graceful as a willow leaf, skin as fair and lustrous as the morning dew on it.

Yan Lingqing's amusement was clearly directed at Lu Qing'er....