Qianye Ziyu was taken aback by Zuoqiu Zimei's words. A glint of confusion flashed across his eyes, and he even looked surprised.
Why would Zimei say that he liked Yun Bilu?
He turned and looked at Yun Bilu, who stood in the middle of the crowd. She was pure and innocent, and her eyes glowed brightly. When she stayed still, she looked virtuous, and when she moved, she was sprightly. She was elegant, and her beauty was extraordinary.
At that moment, her pale skin was decorated with a faint blush. As though she was reminded of something exciting, Yun Bilu turned around and smiled. That smile could capture the hearts of hundreds.
