"So beautiful."
The one who spoke was actually you!
You yourself were stunned. Although you spent every day with this person, constantly seeing him, you swore that in this instant, it was as if his entire being, his whole heart, had been conquered by her.
What kind of beauty was this?
No more words could precisely describe it. With your literary talent, you could only vaguely, broadly say—
At first glance, she was like Qinglan in the mountain stream,
ethereal and elusive,
though out of reach, your heart was swimming along.
Like a breath of breeze,
filtered through the willow leaves,
carrying the damp melancholy of Jiangnan's rain in March.
Though there were other words to describe her beauty, her unique temperament, you were reluctant to spend more brain cells to think right now, because you just wanted to quietly watch her, as if a lifetime was not enough.
After being beautified, Yan Zisu and Zhao'er looked almost identical.
