Excessive beauty easily breeds jealousy, even the heavens might envy such a visage.
While Heaven bestowed beauty upon this man, in fairness, it deprived him of certain things.
Various hardships unimaginable to others are most clearly understood by Yao Ziye himself. Perhaps in the eyes of others, it appears Yao Ziye gets whatever he desires. Only he knows that gaining one thing means losing another.
Now, these eyes above him are fixed on his face with a gaze different from others. Unlike the infatuated look typical of women, those big eyes glimmer subtly, stirring unusual emotions.
He is puzzled within: What is wrong with this child? Why is she looking at him like this?
"Sleeping, sleeping, even frowning." The low mosquito-like voice is exceptionally clear in the enclosed, tranquil environment.
Every word clearly rings in his ears, and Yao Ziye feels—it's embarrassing.
What on earth is this child talking about?
Criticizing his sleeping expression?
