Gu Xu fastened Ye Jiajia's seatbelt, intending to get up immediately afterwards.
But catching her shy, girlish glance, he couldn't help but linger his gaze on her for a few extra moments.
Her hair unbleached and undyed, neatly done up in a Korean style.
You could tell how smooth and shiny her hair was, just from looking at her black temples.
Gu Xu imagined her with her hair let down, flowing freely. He was sure that would look beautiful.
Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and her makeup almost non-existent. She was like a lotus, blooming from clear waters - natural beauty that needed no adornment.
There was a line from an ancient poem, that suited Ye Jiajia perfectly:
'Among the twining vines, drenched in dew, dwells a woman of beauty, graceful and pure.'
In that moment, Gu Xu was lost in admiration.
Even though she was considered a 'leftover woman' in today's terms, she still retained her youthful charm.
