A hairstyle like a Korean drama heartthrob, a face calm yet indifferent.
And then there was Xue Fanghua, in a white dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, pure as a white lotus flower.
No woman in the picture was prettier than her.
Jing Yiren wrinkled her nose in disgust and suddenly opens her mouth: "No wonder she's riddled with diseases, she can't even uphold the virtues of a woman while studying."
"..." Jing Yiren suddenly commented. Lu Ming turned his head to look at her in confusion.
"Who are you talking about?"
"I'm not cursing her, look at Xue Fanghua's face, below her nose!" Jing Yiren pointed at Xue Fanghua's face in the photo and explained.
"..." Lu Ming held their high school graduation picture and looked closely. He saw a red dot under Xue Fanghua's nose.
