At that moment, Mu Lingyun continued in a low voice, "I used to think the clothes I bought for you looked pretty good. But today, seeing others wear them, I suddenly realized it might not be the clothes that are nice; it's you who wears them well."
Mu Lingyun's words, though softly spoken, were loud enough for three people to hear.
Zhou Qiluan: ...
Really, are these even human words?
Maybe he doesn't look as good in them as this guy does, but does that justify such disdain?
I even started doubting my own taste.
Ji Luochen heard this and silently laughed, feeling all the irritation inside him fade away.
He glanced at Zhou Qiluan and began to comfort Mu Lingyun, "Maybe, this isn't about you. The clothes you buy are quite nice. But no matter how nice clothes are, they can't compensate for some people's lack of looks. It's not your fault!"
Zhou Qiluan: ...
Look at that, what kind of comment is that? Is being good-looking something to boast about?
