Lao She once said: "True love is rare in this world, and a woman's blush is worth more than a whole paragraph of dialogue." But with the advent of rouge, it's hard to tell the real from the fake.
At this moment, at the dawn of love, there's no rouge or makeup, only pure innocence and a fluttering heart.
Ning Xue's blush, like the blossoming thousand-year-old lotus atop a snowy mountain, carries unparalleled beauty.
At this moment, Jiang Du emerged from the icy mist, his once teasing gaze fixed on Ning Xue's face.
Suddenly, a look of endless astonishment filled his eyes.
Although any mental activity at this moment would have somewhat disrupted the atmosphere, especially Jiang Du's,
I still have to say something.
Oh my god, Ning Xue blushed?
What's going on?
Am I dreaming?
Although
