Si Yehan put down the teacup and glanced up at her. "There are many good-looking people in this world."
Ye Wanwan replied without any hesitation, "Nonsense! There isn't anyone better looking than you!"
Just as she said that, a voice suddenly came from the door, "Little girl, aren't your words too… absolute?"
The hypnotized Ye Wanwan was astonished. She didn't expect to see Jiang Lihen in her memories.
Si Yehan's good looks were the fleeting and illusory type that seemed separated by a layer of muslin, emanating a great sense of distance. But Jiang Lihen's good looks were different. He was an earthly peony that any seer could hit on.
As someone obsessed with looks, Ye Wanwan was truly stunned.
At the same time, Ye Wanwan sharply detected a fresh sense of coldness in the air that caused her to shiver inexplicably.
