He Junyan stood in the room, his back to the door, eyes closed.
That was what Gu Shengyin had requested.
After the party ended, she had taken him here and made such a request.
"All right, open your eyes and turn around."
He Junyan turned his head and saw the most beautiful scene of his life.
His little girl was dressed in a fiery red rose gown, the hem of the dress sweeping the floor, its long train unfurling behind her as if a path of blooming flowers lay beneath her.
Her long hair was pinned up high, revealing her beautifully shaped neck, and pearl earrings the size of fingertips shone softly, but not as much as the warm and delicate texture of her porcelain skin.
Her bright and delicate lips were like the first dew-covered flower blossoming in early spring.
She stood there, tall and graceful, as if she were a deity of love and beauty from Greek myths, seducing mortal hearts.