Perhaps that was the difference between an artist and an ordinary person. The artist had long discovered this trait on Si Huang.
Now facing Phoenix Si's gaze, Yu Xi's good-for-nothing face turned red and his heart was beating wildly. However, he did not look away and looked at Phoenix Si carefully with the pressure on his heart.
Her face was still the same, her clothes were still the same, even her sitting posture had not changed. The only thing that had changed was Si Huang's expression. However, a change in expression represented too many meanings. Her clear eyes were innocent but not ignorant. There was a spiritual aura that went straight to the heart. Her smile was light and not brilliant, but it could easily attract people's eyes. With just one glance, one would be attracted to her. She was like the pure and spiritual flower that was most anticipated in her youth, the beautiful little fairy hidden in the depths of her heart.
