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The rings of years had not settled on her face, but there was a change in her bearing, composed and mature, elegant and charming, with a allure all her own.
Angry though she was, lacking a touch of her usual composed grace, Mu Yingchen found her just as adorable as ever.
Sitting opposite Na Ersi, Mu Yingchen's lips bore a faint smile as he watched Su Wanxia fuming.
There's always that kind of man in the world, whether sitting or standing, whether thirty or forty, you always find him incomparably handsome, cool enough to arouse universal envy.
He seemed to have a fatal magnetic field about him, one that unwittingly ensnared you as you watched.
"What on earth is the matter?" Mu Yingchen finally deigned to move his gaze away from Su Wanxia, thoughtfully turning to Na Ersi.
Na Ersi raised his eyes to meet Mu Yingchen's, then sighed deeply, his handsome features mature and indifferent, always exuding a refined and mysterious air.
