"Of course, not as beautiful as you. You are the most beautiful," Lin Hao replied earnestly.
In fact, in terms of looks, Su Muyun and Fang Mengzhu were each as unique as a spring orchid and an autumn chrysanthemum, each with their own allure.
Fang Mengzhu was like a bouquet of baby's breath, pale blue petals exuding a unique fragrance, stars scattered, filled with love, all revolving around Lin Hao.
Su Muyun, on the other hand, was like a fiery rose, becoming more realistic and materialistic as passion faded, even considering climbing a high branch under Peng Yunyan's persuasion.
Lin Hao had beautiful memories with both of them, and emotions he couldn't let go of.
But Su Muyun's decisiveness gradually killed Lin Hao's heart, making him afraid to believe in love again.
Now, his white moonlight had returned, his lost belief in love had returned, and he wanted to use this lifetime to make up for the regrets of the past, giving Fang Mengzhu a happy life.
