Wufu liked all beautiful things, regardless of whether they were objects or people, beautiful women, handsome men, she liked them all.
Look at this time, what did she see?
A teenager around seventeen or eighteen, dressed simply, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that his clothes were made of fine ice silk. The purple ice silk robe wasn't overly ornate with patterns, just a few sparse green bamboos, and the young man's hand rested on his waist, revealing that his sleeve was embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, and his waistband was also a simply styled jade belt.
The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, looking over here, his black hair held only by a single purple jade hairpin. From Wufu's angle, even without getting closer and through the sunlight, she could tell that the jade hairpin was of superior quality.
Graceful and refined, as gentle as jade.
These eight words suddenly popped into Wufu's mind.
