Feeling that intense gaze, An Ning couldn't help but look up and ask him, "Why are you staring at me?"
Her tone wasn't exactly friendly, but it was much better than before.
An Yu gently tugged at his lips, revealing a wide smile without any restraint, "Ningning is so good-looking."
An Yu's compliments were always like this.
An Ning also knew that, apart from good looks, she seemed to lack any outstanding qualities in front of a prodigy like him.
Actually, An Ning didn't know that An Yu didn't particularly like his own appearance before, because it was too delicate and seemed slightly effeminate.
But now, in the short time since he came here, he had already become extremely satisfied with his appearance.
Not for anything, but for the simple reason that this face bore a seventy percent resemblance to An Ning's.
If An Ning dressed intentionally and grew a bit taller, it would likely be difficult to tell them apart.
