When Zhang Xin came over, Shi Yang was also there, and everyone was sitting around Zhao Dazhuang's hospital bed, chatting.
Zhao Meimei listened to them talk while occasionally glancing at Zhang Xin, feeling that every word and action of Zhang Xin was particularly feminine.
When Zhang Xin spoke, she would unconsciously brush the hair hanging in front of her with a gentle motion, a simple gesture that exuded an indescribable charm.
Zhao Meimei watched with a look of envy, but she realized some things couldn't be learned through imitation alone; they required both natural conditions and acquired habits.
In secret, Zhao Meimei practiced twice in front of the mirror, thinking that whether she was brushing her hair or smiling with pursed lips, these actions that Zhang Xin pulled off with unique beauty looked quite ridiculous on her, resembling the foolish imitation of Dongshi.
