"Anyway, let's get a haircut first."
As the sun began to wane in the mid-afternoon, Cen Dongsheng took Yi Qingyan out with him. This time they carried an umbrella for sunshade.
"If brother is doing this just to see my face at will, I can trim it myself with scissors..."
Cen Dongsheng, holding the umbrella, walked on the side closer to the street, while Yi Qingyan clung to his other side, grasping his arm. She looked up at the man's profile and whispered.
"There's no way, the important thing is to get a good result,"
Cen Dongsheng said.
He was picturing what Yi Qingyan would look like in five years, transformed into a stunning beauty.
Although she wasn't dressed in anything particularly sexy or glamorous, just casual long clothes, they seemed to suit her perfectly.
True beauties each have their unique, memorable features. Yi Qingyan's demeanor was entirely different from Sister Zhi Zhen's mature charm, clear like her name suggests, an ethereal beauty.