Since Gu Siting had dragged her into the private room, Ming Yao no longer held back.
She looked towards Shi Ying openly and frankly.
Last time in Italy, it was just a fleeting glance, and she didn't get a good look.
Now in the private room, she saw the full picture of Shi Ying.
Her long, black hair draped over her shoulders, her small face as big as a palm without makeup, her skin was clear and white, exuding a pure and untainted beauty, like snowy mountains, innocent and moving.
No wonder she could make several noblemen of the capital spin around her, indeed a sight to brighten one's eyes.
The type of 'white moonlight' in a man's heart.
Ming Yao had no contact with Shi Ying before and didn't know what her temperament was like.
But from Gu Siting's past descriptions of her, she felt that Shi Ying was a woman of soft exterior and firm interior, who had a sense of loyalty and was a heroine among women.
For her lover, for her friends, she would sacrifice herself.
