Ming Jing couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile.
Thinking of Luo Ziyin's stunning beauty, Zhao Ninghan's flawless double eyelids, and Mo Ning and Duan Xiaoxiao, she held back.
"Oh, Nana, my cousin has a strange quirk, he doesn't like the same old plastic surgery templates and prefers to be creative. He won't accept any suggestions," Ming Jing said.
Mao Nana snorted to herself, eager to see if this plastic surgeon named Liu Suifeng was as good as Liu Muxue claimed.
Liu Muxue had given her cousin a free advertisement, and she was in a surprisingly good mood. She looked up at Ming Jing, and under the light, the girl's facial features were perfect. Perfection sometimes seemed unreal, but not for Ming Jing. The gentle compassion in her brows and eyes perfectly dissolves the cold and distant beauty of mountaintop flowers, which could never compare to the warmth and appeal of worldly fireworks.
