I like to be handsome

Lingxuyao carried her down the stairs and made her sit on the sofa to watch TV.

At this moment, the TV was broadcasting some news. She had no interest in going on and off after a few rounds.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa and started to play on her phone, swiping through her WeChat Moments. She curiously opened up Lingxuyao's WeChat Moments.

His head was that of a foreign boy, white-skinned and yellow-haired, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

Maybe it was because he didn't play WeChat often, but he only had a few friends.

Although there were only a few pictures, Jiang Shuxia still looked at them one by one. Some of them were taken when he was in school, the pictures were a little blurry, it was obvious that she was afraid.

In the picture, he was still a bit young, his edges were not as sharp as they were now, but he was still handsome.

It was as if that look could make everything in the world lose its color.