The mask was removed, revealing a fresh and youthful face. He was still quite young, possibly even younger than Zhan Jingshu. His face had a pair of charming dimples, and when he smiled, he was as enchanting as a sunshine boy who might still be in school, a beautiful sunshine youth often seen in many comics.
He slightly curved his lips into a radiant smile, making people feel close and familiar to him.
When sunlight trickled through the leaves and fell upon the boy's face, it seemed to cast a halo over him, making him appear extraordinarily spirited. Especially with the greenery behind him, he looked like an elf stepping out from the osmanthus trees.
When Mu Qiuniang saw this adorable smile, she was taken aback for a moment and even turned to check if he was smiling at someone else.
But clearly, the boy standing under the osmanthus tree was smiling at her.
Mu Qiuniang extended her hand and pointed to herself: Me?
The dimpled youth nodded.
