No wonder Pei Yiting thought this way, at the moment Song Weiyi's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked somewhat haggard from crying, naturally not as good as usual.
Ironically, the one judging her was the most critical young master of the Pei Family, and in Pei Yiting's eyes, not being pretty was directly equivalent to being ugly.
But in Song Weiyi's eyes, this younger brother gave her a very good impression, such as obediently calling her sister-in-law, such as saying a good man should not make decisions on his own!
Just now, when Pei Yibai said his brother was ten years old, Pei Yiting's height seemed only similar to that of a seven or eight-year-old child, a bit shorter than his peers, but his face was excessively delicate.
The long eyes, the curly and lifted eyelashes, even longer than Pei Yibai's, fair skin, delicate features, were all dazzling.
If he were dressed as a girl, he would definitely be an unparalleled beauty.
