"Different?"
Yun Chunnuan looked at the woman with a troubled expression, her heart filled with doubts.
Her husband was right.
The Grandmaster is indeed very young, very beautiful, and if her figure is charming and lively,
then the Grandmaster is exceptionally vibrant and striking.
She is very beautiful, indeed more beautiful than her mother-in-law.
Her eyes, one could call them brown, but they faintly reveal a soft pink hue.
Her nose is high and straight, not at all inferior to those of Westerners.
Especially the heart-shaped mole between her eyebrows, which makes her look even more alluring.
Clearly her age looks about eighteen or nineteen, yet her eyes bear the weariness of someone who has seen much hardship.
The Grandmaster stood there, gazing at her absentmindedly, seemingly conflicted and hesitating.
Yun Chunnuan grew increasingly anxious, she had a vague inkling that the Grandmaster might be hiding a significant secret and was hesitating whether to tell her.
