Retracting the inexplicable gaze from earlier, Zhou Cuihua slightly lowered her head and smiled: "Hmm, be careful and come back early. Then I'll make you something delicious!"
"Alright, I'm heading out now!" Xiaobao finished speaking and walked out of the room.
Those few steps, Xiaobao didn't know how much effort he exerted. The footsteps were extremely dull. Once he stepped out, he deeply inhaled two breaths of cold air, instantly dispelling the vague but tempting reveries in his mind.
Before long, he drove away from the farm.
Inside the room, Zhou Cuihua sat motionless on a chair, with a heartbreaking sadness in her eyes. She slightly furrowed her brows, looked at the clothes on her body, and whispered: "You think it looks good, so I'll keep wearing it."
Zhou Cuihua stood up, gently spun a circle in front of the mirror, her hair slightly fluttering, creating a magnificent chapter of beauty.
Turns out, she can indeed be this beautiful.
