Liancheng Yazhi stood behind Rong Yan and held her shoulder. He looked at her pink and tender body in the mirror and smiled. "It's very good!"
In fact, Liancheng Yazhi was still a child deep down. He liked to pick very tender colors for Rong Yan's clothes-pink red, white, and tender yellow, the tender colors of little girls. He also liked to buy clothes for Rong Yan himself. Sometimes, when Rong Yan saw the clothes he asked someone to send over, she would think that Liancheng Yazhi had actually raised her as his daughter.
Liancheng Yazhi liked how Rong Yan dressed up. He liked how she looked especially pretty when she dressed up. He liked how she looked especially delicate when she dressed up because she would look younger than her actual age.
It wasn't that Liancheng Yazhi despised Rong Yan for being old, but he was afraid that time would leave marks on Rong Yan. When those marks piled up, it would actually be the passing of life.
