Some people are just naturally filled with a kind of charm. They don't need to adorn themselves intentionally; just dressing neatly and following the rules can exude an elegance that can't be ignored.
Like Jing Haohao right now.
Jing Haohao was standing under a street lamp at the east entrance of the neighborhood. She was wearing a goose-yellow dress, elegantly draped just below her knees, revealing her shiny and slender legs.
The street light cast a dim yellow glow on her face. Unlike her usual snow-white complexion, it now looked warmer, and she seemed even more beautiful.
Liang Chen, who had originally intended to drive away, inexplicably parked his car on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and admired the delicate figure reflected in the rearview mirror while he took out a cigarette from his pocket.
