Xie Ruoxi wasn't boasting. Even without makeup, she truly was beautiful enough.
Her eyes were large, and although they were single-lidded and prone to tears, when she stared unwaveringly at you, the watery shine within seemed about to overflow, possessing a wonderfully charming allure of immature shyness.
Her nose and mouth were also delicately petite, quite fitting with the current aesthetic preferences for a youthful look, but the most exquisite feature was actually her skin, soft and creamy, smooth and lustrous like jade, just as adorable as a doll's.
But adorable didn't mean she was suited to liking me, get it?
"You're not worthy," Yan Yu said.
Though he spoke slowly, it was with unwavering firmness, coldness, and finality, leaving no room for reprieve.
