Jiang Haojun

Dou Shengming was stunned, he didn't know how to answer. In the end, he thought for a while, then opened his mouth and said in a low and clear voice.

"Maybe she was jealous of your beauty."

Dou Shengming's long white fingers lifted up a strand of Tang Ke'er's hair. He gently drew a round circle in the air as if he wanted to wrap the fragrance of her hair around his fingertips.

Tang Ke'er didn't know whether to pout or to Dou Shengming's words, but after 20 years she had really shocked herself.

That day when she looked in the mirror, she carefully examined her face. She could vaguely see traces of the past, and it had also changed by a lot.

The oval face was so exquisite that it was just right. The originally charming peach blossom eyes revealed its purity and sweetness. The corners of her lips curled up into a natural curve, and her small and perky nose rested on her face just right.