Jiang Ruan unwrapped the custard bun, bit into it, and glanced side-long at her with a half-smile at the corner of his mouth, "You didn't use to care so much about your image. What's got you so dazzled now?"
He then dropped his gaze to the logo on the custard bun box; it was a brand she used to love. All these years later, the taste was just the same.
Upon hearing this, Xu Ru held her forehead with one hand.
"It's all because I was once charmed by a demon, made myself hide my true nature and acted like the person I disliked the most. In the end, I still didn't gain anything."
She sighed deeply.
Although she had an expression of concern, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, revealing a lack of true sadness.
It seemed like she was merely talking about someone else's interesting story, with a playful, mischievous glint in her eyes that was entirely different from the dignified and graceful woman portrayed on the screen.