Swan meat?
Swan?
Hearing these few words, Bai Xuan automatically ignored the last word "meat." Swan, white swan?
Knowing full well she was just an ugly duckling, but hearing the term white swan from a man's mouth still made her unexpectedly happy. Perhaps it's simply a woman's vanity—that must be how it is!
"There are no white swans here, just an ugly duckling. Do you still want to eat it?"
For some reason, while Bai Xuan spoke these words, she just felt a sweetness in her heart. A feeling somewhat akin to happiness was silently seeping into her core, slowly blooming in her bloodstream…
"Eh? Is there an ugly duckling here?"
