She saw that Di Mingzhe appeared as though he had gone into a daze, devoid of his usual composure and tranquility.
His face held a look of shock, and his eyes held a feverish gaze, intensely focused on that woman whose charm was as brilliant as spring itself.
Watching her joyfully cheering, watching her excitedly jumping, watching her being admired by all.
In fact, a hint of fascination even crept into his eyes.
In that fleeting moment, Lingling's spirit had almost completely shattered.
The way Di Mingzhe was looking at her was so unabashed, so unlike Di Mingjue and Di Mingchen, it wasn't the innocent appreciation of an elder brother for his younger sister.
It was the gaze of a man beholding a woman, particularly a woman he loved.
Unlike the look of pride like the ones her father and those officials bore, that gaze of his was filled with a deep sense of awe.
