So handsome, really handsome, master artists can't even capture this level of style.
Bo Yeyuan held his breath, waiting, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes, "Does it look good?"
"Would you take it off if I said it didn't look good?" She bent her lips, never quite comfortable with praising him.
"Not good-looking?" His eyes flashed with disappointment. Was it only good-looking on Beitang Feng? Was he unsuitable and ugly?
In the past, Bo Yeyuan would have stripped it off and trampled it underfoot, vowing never to wear that style again. But this time, it was different; she had picked it out for him. He turned to the mirror and saw himself like an officer straight out of a vintage artbook. No matter how you looked at it, it was attractive...
"You have a problem with your eyesight, I think it's quite nice." He stared at the mirror, adjusting his collar. The more he looked, the more appropriate it seemed, and even if it were ugly, he still liked it.
