The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 674

Chapter 674: 268 roses look good in her hands only, ranked number 1 in points

Every stage of life has its own significance.

Jiang Fulai always had a clear plan for his life, wanting to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of this world was true, as was his desire to take her to see the snow-capped mountains.

As time stretched on, Jiang Fulai thought, he was not someone who pleased others, but he could not hide it when it came to her.

He hung his head low, blocking the light from the side, casting his profile in a distinct chill, while his usually profound and aloof features now seemed somewhat softer.

Outside the window, someone was setting off fireworks, and a rose-shaped firework blossomed in the sky.

It was rare for this area to have fireworks, and the sudden explosion of fireworks brought many exclamations from below.

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Bai Lian looked up, her wrist still casually resting on the windowsill, not seeming too surprised; she had been in this world for over a year, and Jiang He was the first friend she made here.

She remembered that night vividly, the moon was beautiful, and she was waiting with Jiang He for his brother, calling the wrong name at their first meeting, a memory too significant to forget, yet she realized that it was often this man who stayed by her side.

Together, they had walked through the countless quiet and deserted streets of Purest Street. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

But indeed Jiang Fulai was someone who did not indulge in worldly pleasures, a man who stood above the clouds, revered and feared even by He Wen, proud and arrogant, that kind of noble son.

The fireworks outside continued to climb and explode in the air, the light flashing on and off in his eyes.

Jiang University’s confident and composed young master seemed not so confident at this moment.

His other hand was placed on her wrist that rested outside the window, his fingers always cool, the temperature at the tips showing distinct restraint.

Bai Lian looked at him for a while, “Go open the door, there’s someone outside.”

Jiang Fulai made an “oh” sound, subconsciously loosened his grip, and turned to walk to the front to open the door.

The meal had arrived.

The manager bowed his head, conscientiously serving the dishes with respect, at this window, one could still see the last fireworks blooming.

He served the dishes and then quickly withdrew.

They also brought a pot of tea, purple sand tea pot and cup.