Fu Siying looked at the girl in front of her; she was truly beautiful, with a radiant beauty that even at this youthful age, created a stunning visual contrast. Of course, her charm was not vulgar, and her beauty not gaudy, giving off a fiery feeling, with her fair skin as milky as milk—truly a great beauty.
In time, she might grow even more flamboyant and bold in her beauty.
Fu Siying thought Qin Yi had good luck with men, but her luck with women seemed questionable.
While she was observing Qin Yi, Qin Yi was observing her as well. Fu Siying's beauty was unassuming, though still somewhat gentle, but not speaking gave her an air of aloofness, unlike Qin Yi's fiery nature. Yet, the two beauties of different styles had a sense of mutual appreciation, feeling like they should have met much sooner.
So, one could say the emotions of the world are the most subtle. How to put it... it's just that fate is hard to put into words.
