A true beauty needs no adornment, and Xu Su was a perfect example. Since her rebirth, she had never shaped her eyebrows, much less worn makeup. At this moment, she hadn't even washed her face, yet her skin was as fair as jade, her lips were a soft crimson, and her features were as delicate as a painting.
Despite her humble origins—growing up without parental love and living under someone else's roof—she showed not a trace of low self-esteem or timidity. She carried herself with a natural grace and poise in all her interactions.
It wasn't a forced composure. Xu Su possessed an innate confidence, the kind that comes from being utterly pampered and cherished, as if nothing in the world could ever truly bother her.
Her eyes held the fearless innocence of one untouched by the world, yet in unguarded moments, they would betray a hint of the weariness that comes after having every desire fulfilled.
