Inside the carriage at this mont.
"Yes, it’s this feeling... it’s this feeling."
Xu Chang’an’s pupils trembled lightly with excitent. Clearly, he was seeing the most beautiful dress-up doll.
Miss Yun was wearing a long skirt with a mix of cyan and white. The heart of the skirt was adorned with an orange-red embroidery, resembling firecrackers about to explode. The edges of the embroidered dress were elegantly decorated with gold silk.
The mix of cyan, jade, and light white matched Miss Yun’s temperant perfectly, giving Xu Chang’an a dazzling astonishnt that was almost blinding.
For so reason, Xu Chang’an felt this interwoven color of cyan and white suited Yun Qian imnsely. Just one glance made him sure of this thought.
This is the most suitable color for the lady.
This should be her original color.
Absolutely fitting, with three parts tenderness and seven parts charm, it exudes femininity.
Yun Qian felt Xu Chang’an’s suddenly scorching gaze and tilted her head:
"Do I look good?"
"..." Xu Chang’an’s eyes trembled: "Miss, if we go to the Unfastened Boat like this, we’ll be causing a scene."
Xu Chang’an looked toward the mirror.
Now that he had undergone a transformation through Open Source, he stood before Miss Yun like her close attendant.
Yun Qian’s naturally serene gaze, without even speaking, just standing there, exudes nobility.
This is what a wealthy young lady should look like.
No wonder everyone who sees Yun Qian assus that he’s eloping with a daughter from a major family.
"Causing a scene?" Yun Qian was sowhat perplexed. She gently gathered her waist-length cyan hair and said: "I’m asking, do I look good?"
"You look good." Xu Chang’an answered honestly.
Yun Qian was very satisfied and sat down, allowing Xu Chang’an to do the final touches — using a cyan ribbon to tie up her long hair and then styling it into a bun.
"Miss, actually... you look really good with your hair down. What man wouldn’t love those long, straight black locks?"
"It’s for going out."
"Indeed, it’s not appropriate to leave with your hair down."
"..."
Feeling Xu Chang’an’s fingers running through her hair, Yun Qian looked at herself in the mirror.
Does she look good?
She should look good.
Actually, Yun Qian knew it was because her husband always said she looked good, which made her increasingly more beautiful.
"I wasn’t this good-looking in the past." Yun Qian shook her head.
In all seriousness, she truly believed she lacked a maiden’s charm before.
"In my eyes, Miss has always been stunning." Xu Chang’an said earnestly: "From the first glance, I liked you intensely."
"Is that so?" Yun Qian felt that was not the case and said: "What you like about a person isn’t just these things."
Yun Qian knew her husband’s definition of beauty never revolved around appearance, but rather the flickering light at one’s fingertips.
It’s those warm, rare, and bright things.
Thus, Liu Qingluo is beautiful; he has said he likes her.
Li Zhibai is also beautiful.
And what about herself?
Yun Qian knew she didn’t have the rich past or exciting life like other won; what she had was rely "treasures" and one man.
For soone like her, the supposed "beauty" was rely appearance, only appearance.
"I’m a lover of beauty." Xu Chang’an chuckled: "Who ever said liking soone’s looks is shallow or wrong?"
Appearance is part of Miss Yun.
"Hearing that... doesn’t make happy." Yun Qian shook her head, her eyelids lowering slightly.
"I’m just embarrassed to say what I truly feel, Miss... spare ." Xu Chang’an sighed.
What truly attracted him to Miss Yun?
Before walking out of the bamboo forest, she was a laid-back lady.
There’s the foot wash by the stream.
There’s the nap in the woods.
There’s her quietly watching him devour his breakfast after hers.
All these are Miss Yun.
To Xu Chang’an, it was watching Yun Qian, step by step, as her blank canvas gradually beca dyed with his colors, beginning to show a maiden’s tenderness.
Likings are just likings, what more is there to say.
Embarrassed to speak out loud, he coughed and said he liked her appearance.
Actually, even though he was quite the flirt, Miss Yun’s appearance had already beco relatively unimportant among his reasons for liking her.
After all, at their first eting, her aloof, icy deanor... Xu Chang’an was ashad even to look at her directly, let alone daring to harbor impure thoughts.
So, Miss Yun’s appearance was initially even a barrier to the progression of their relationship.
"Saying I look good, let it be that way." Yun Qian nodded, thinking to herself that she’s not only beautiful but also a wicked person.
Her husband had said he didn’t like wicked people.
Can a wicked person be beautiful?
Not quite understanding.
Just as she was pondering, Yun Qian suddenly noticed sothing peculiar about the hairstyle Xu Chang’an was making for her, so she withdrew her thoughts and examined it closely.
She saw him lift her long hair, first brushing so of her bangs upward, parting the top hair to one side, while the rest of the long hair remained flowing down like a waterfall.
Then, Xu Chang’an took that bluish-green ribbon and gently tied it into a loop at the end of her hair.
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Looking at the woman in the mirror, who appeared a few years younger out of thin air, Yun Qian blinked playfully and then saw Xu Chang’an’s smiling face in the mirror.
Miss Yun discontentedly nudged him and said: "What are you doing."
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