Xue An turned his head to look.
He saw An Yan, who had removed her illusory disguise, dressed in ancient attire and standing cutely at the door. She was smiling with her eyes curving into crescents as she watched him.
For a moment, Xue An suddenly felt a bit dazed.
It was as though time had violently reversed at this moment, and he was back in his college days, back to the clear morning when he first met An Yan.
Back then, An Yan was just as she was now.
Bright eyes, white teeth, her dimples blooming like flowers when she smiled.
"Husband, don't I look good?" Seeing that Xue An hadn't uttered a word for a while, An Yan asked somewhat anxiously.
Her words pulled Xue An back from his memories. A big smile slowly spread across his face, then he said with utmost certainty,
"Beautiful! My Yan'er is the most beautiful in the world!"
