Under the red candle, his face is as beautiful as white jade, and his eyes are as dazzling as the sun.
She suddenly said: "Why haven't you changed at all?"
His expression froze.
Although he always felt that he knew Yanran quite well, the woman's heart was at a loss for words.
What's more, this woman is a treasure that he holds and protects, for fear of making her angry if he is not careful.
Seeing that she looked a little unhappy, he thought he had done something to make her unhappy again.
Somewhat cautiously, "I wonder what Ran'er means by not changing?"
"You were like this three thousand years ago, and you will still be like this three thousand years from now."
She said rather jealous and depressed.
Looking back at myself, her appearance has changed countless times in the past three thousand years.
From a peerless beauty to a mediocre-looking woman, then to a lovely woman, and then to what she is now.
Although she is considered a beautiful flower in the human world, her beauty is still far from the one she had in the heaven.
On the other hand, he was so handsome in every life, so handsome that everyone was jealous.
That’s why every life attracts so many peach blossoms.
When he heard this reason, he almost fell down laughing.
I didn't expect that someone as open-minded as she would be struggling with this issue.
He pinched her little face with his hands, frowned his handsome eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Siran'er, no matter whether my appearance changes or not, I will only be yours from now on."
"No matter what your appearance becomes, whether you are beautiful or ugly, you are still mine, and you can't run away even if you want."
"You can't rely on it even if you want to."
"What I love is your soul, not your face!" There was still a bright light at the corner of his mouth that made people dare not look at him.
There was only the shadow of the next person in his eyes.
She lowered her head gently, and he took her into his arms again.