It was unclear whether the beggar was stunned by the sudden enquiry or by Song Qingchun or honestly startled by her beauty, in any case, under the dim street lights, he stared at the girl before him for a long time without reacting.
Even though Song Qingchun was squatting before the beggar, her attention had remained focused on Su Zhinian. When she saw him stand up and walk toward them, her heart settled. Then, she tilted her head to the side and repeated her question. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
The beggar stared straight at Song Qingchun. He nodded a bit dumbly at her and stammered, "Pre…pretty."
"Do you like how I look?" Song Qingchun asked gently.
"Of, of course." After the beggar answered, his cheeks started to blush, and he lowered his head shyly. Su Zhinian could hear their conversation clearly and accelerated his speed.
"My name is Song Qingchun, what's yours?"
