Wei Anning stared at the elegant gentleman from the United Kingdom before her. His demeanor was gentle and elegant, and even though his hair was graying, it couldn't conceal his handsomeness. This man, who had given her half her life, always stirred particularly complex emotions in her whenever she saw him.
All around, everyone was watching their every move. Present at tonight's family banquet were the elites from the military, political, and business worlds, many of whom were figures one could only see on television most of the time.
Wei Anning stared at his outstretched hands but didn't make a move.
The atmosphere was somewhat stagnant, and some people were already preparing to watch a joke unfold. The Duke's smile at the corners of his mouth slightly contracted, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Wei Anning leaned forward, embraced him briefly, performed a cheek-kiss, and then retreated.
