Under a pair of skilled hands, a Ling Yun bun hairstyle was completed, framing the bright eyes and brows of the young girl.
So beautiful.
The young girl twirled twice in front of the large bronze mirror and asked the Little Traitor, "Am I pretty? Among the people you know, who do you think is the prettiest?"
Even in her vanity, she did not forget to compare herself.
The Little Traitor glanced at her, seeing the young girl's bright eyes and white teeth, and said softly, "In my eyes, you are the prettiest." This was the truth.
"Haha." Ye Zhi laughed happily.
Everyone knew that the Little Traitor was famously proud and too proud to flatter—if he said you were beautiful, you truly were.
Amidst her joy, she was also rational: "I think Qinglian is the prettiest, hehe."
Still remembering to compliment the Little Fairy.
When happy, people feel joyful inside and out, and Ye Zhi wasn't afraid of the cold, looking completely delighted.
