Li Zhiyan could not believe her eyes.
Ever since she became a maidservant to her young master, Lin Feng, she had never once seen him smile at a woman like this.
In all her time by his side, he had always been composed and distant, his expression calm to the point of indifference.
Even when he was with Su Muyao, a woman of exceptional beauty and grace, his reactions had remained restrained.
His words were always proper, his conduct refined, his posture upright and noble. There had always been a barrier around him, cold and invisible, separating him from everyone else.
He was the kind of man who stood above others without even trying.
But now everything was different.
The moment his lips curved upward, Li Zhiyan felt as though the very air in the room had shifted.
It began as something subtle, a gentle change in atmosphere, but within seconds it became undeniable. His smile was not casual or polite. It was not forced or restrained.
It was radiant.
