Xia Yuan's eyes widened as she looked at Hua Zhuo, and for a moment, her heart seemed to stop.
Hua Zhuo removed the hand pinching her chin and covered her eyes with a hand as smooth as jade.
This girl had always been sharp and clever since she was young, always catching on when someone tried to deceive or bully her—yet at other times, she was so adorably foolish and dumb, looking at him with pouty lips and reddened eyes as if he had committed some heinous crime, irresistibly invoking pity and tenderness, prompting a gentle coaxing to bring her laughter and happiness again.
Year after year, she had captured his eyes and his heart.
The women of the world, like her sister, were strong-willed from childhood, always bearing burdens on their own shoulders, swallowing their teeth along with their blood. He had seen her cry only a handful of times, which he could easily count on his fingers.