As he passed through the living room, Ling Ao caught sight of his fiancée, Gui Qinshao, absorbed in her painting.
Dressed in a pink silk gown, she sat on a brocaded stool, her waist curve even more enchanting.
Her stunningly beautiful face, so focused and intent, seemed to captivate the soul.
Ling Ao gazed dumbly at his fiancée, so beautiful, so lovely.
Well, Ling Ao knew his fiancée to be both selfish and vain, but in his heart, Gui Qinshao really was the most adorable. Even her arrogant tantrums, her vanity and superficiality, all were so heart-stirring.
This was the woman he loved the most, the girl he had protected for over a decade.
Now, Zhi Li was trying to snatch her away, to claim her for himself.
No, he would never agree!
Gui Qinshao lifted her head and, seeing Ling Ao staring at her foolishly, immediately said, "What are you looking at? You can't see it!"