"What are you thinking?" Han Xuehan noticed the changes in the expression of her sister and could not help but ask.
"It's nothing." Han Ruochen shook her head. She could still remember the soft and delicate scent that came from Zhai Muchen. The way his fingers brushed against her hair and the sharp and brilliant side profile of him when he was busy driving.
He is the son of the army chief! Han Ruochen thought, her jaw tightening as she ran her fingers through her hair. He was the gem of the county as well as the provincial capital. And who was she? She was just a woman who carried the scent of salt, fish blood and the village mud on her boots. To even think about marrying someone like Zhai Muchen was just a foolish dream. It was similar to chasing a reflection in the water.
