Fang Che looked up from below, and saw Yan Beihan with her clothes fluttering, hair flying, starry eyes like water, her appearance dreamlike.
A sensation of extreme dreamlike beauty.
Just like the most perfect goddess any man could dream of, graceful and ethereal, just a step away, yet as distant as the clouds.
He couldn't help but stare blankly, unable to move his gaze, swallowing a gulp, he said: "So beautiful, indescribable."
Yan Beihan was very pleased, her little face glowing: "You knew me before I took the Qiongxiao Flower, how do I compare to that time now?"
Fang Che scratched his head, took a careful look again, praised: "Just as beautiful as then."
Yan Beihan: "Hmm? Look more closely, any subtle differences?"
"..."
Fang Che was puzzled, observing for a while said: "To me, Mr. Yan is always unimaginably beautiful... seems a bit more fragrant..."
