Extremely good-looking.
Eyelids drooping, long and curled jet-black lashes.
A vermilion mole at the corner of the eye, like it was weeping bloody tears.
Lips a delicate pink, a glance, stunning.
Su Yan's steps halted.
The person's eyes lifted.
Not the seductive peach-blossom eyes.
At first glance, those eyes appeared quite innocent.
Evoking a sense of pure beauty.
This face, she recognized.
Jun Yu himself.
He said nothing, just leaned against Su Yan's embrace, looking at her like that.
After a while, only said,
"What's wrong? Yanyan?"
Su Yan stopped walking.
She looked around.
A misty expanse, head down.
Like stepping in shallow water, the water clear and rippling.
Clearly reflecting her face.
She asked,
"Who are you?"
The person beside her smiled,
"Yanyan, it's me."
Su Yan didn't speak, just raised her hand and grasped the person's neck.
She looked at him, seriously,
"If you don't say, I'll strangle you."
