Jian Qing raised her water cup and took a sip, warmth flickered in her eyes, "He, he's wonderful!"
Her voice was very soft, like a warming sun melting a field of snow, brimming with a hint of tenderness.
Jian Luo was surprised. The woman before him was markedly different from before, this kind of smile had never been seen on her face, it radiated pure happiness.
What kind of magic potion had Quan Jingwu given his sister to make her praise him so highly?
"Sis, you…"
He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.
Jian Qing chuckled softly, and looked at him, "Luoluo, do you find me different from before?"
Feeling uncomfortable, Jian Luo nodded, "Yes."
"So, tell me, what's different?" she asked.
Jian Luo looked at her with a probing gaze, his expression serious, "When you talk about him, you become softer, and your smile is genuine."
