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If one didn't know better, they might think this was someone accustomed to a high position, not a village man.
The sunlight shined on him, seemingly flowing with luster. She only saw his profile, sharply contoured and strikingly handsome.
No wonder the villagers all said Chuan was one of the most handsome men in the village.
It really was so.
Su Qingyue didn't make any sound, but Xiao Yuchuan sensed the familiar intent gaze and turned around to see her. His eyes lit up.
There stood a woman of ethereal beauty, her eyes smiling, brimming with vitality, her delicate skin whiter than snow. Simply standing there, she was bewitchingly beautiful, her natural noble air not diminished by her coarse clothes.
She was Xiao Yuchuan's wife, so beautiful.
Even when she had spots and blemishes on her face, in his eyes, she was the most beautiful. Now that the real her had washed away the medicine from her face, her incomparable beauty was peerless.