Song Shize was simply endless. Xie Ying'an couldn't bother watching anymore and expressionlessly put his phone into his pants pocket.
Even though he knew that Qingran had grown more and more elegant over the past two years, when she stepped out of her room in a white dress, Xie Ying'an still found himself staring at her for quite a while.
The girl, who usually tied her hair in a ponytail, now let it down, cascading softly over her shoulders. She was on the slender side, and the white dress outlined a graceful figure. Her arms were revealed as white and thin, and the waist cinched by a white belt looked so delicate it seemed one could barely grasp it.
She also had a brown bag slung across her waist, matching her outfit perfectly.
Stunning!
That was Xie Ying'an's first impression. He liked to think his liking for Qingran didn't start with her looks, but her beauty hit every one of his aesthetic criteria, which allowed his restrained affection to spread wantonly.
Conceal!
