Lu Jingzhi was a bit shocked. From Shen Nanwei's demeanor, it was clear she was accustomed to a life of luxury and honor. He didn't expect that she was so beautiful in her previous life.
"Why was she the most beautiful woman in the world in the past? Is it because later she..." Passed away?
"Later? Later, my Cousin Yan was born."
Xu Shulou looked at Lu Jingzhi as if he was looking at a bumpkin, but Lu Jingzhi paid no mind to his arrogance. He was just wondering to himself what kind of beauty his cousin must have to hold such a title.
"My mother is a beauty too, the flower of Anning Village," boasted Lu Jingzhi.
Xu Shulou fell silent.
After a while, he said in a deep voice, "My aunt was so beautiful and loved beauty so much, she doesn't resemble my aunt at all! But... but there is such a resemblance..."
His words were disjointed, but the underlying meaning was clear.
Temperament is something etched into the soul.
