Luo Tan pursed her lips. "I can't wear this color. I can only appreciate it." She sized up Shen Miao and sighed. "No wonder the young men in Spring City are asking Brother Ling and the others about you all day long. Little cousin, you're really getting better and better looking."
This was the 71st year of Ming Qi. Two years had passed, and in these two years, Shen Miao was also slowly growing. Her slightly childish face gradually revealed a delicate outline, and even her cute facial features looked more exquisite. However, her gentle temperament did not change. The more she was like this, the more noticeable her aura became. When she was on the road, people would throw a second glance at her. No wonder Luo Ling and Luo Sa's friends were secretly asking if Shen Miao was married.
Although there were beauties in Spring City, there was no one with such a unique and outstanding temperament.
