Zhong Meiying is that kind of woman who dazzles at first sight—with deep-set eyes, a tall nose bridge, fair skin, and long slender legs, her black hair pulled high into a bun with the ends curling slightly, standing in her form-fitting red dress on the stairs, she is both charming and youthful.
Seeing such a fiancée, Ye Qiu curses himself in his heart again, wondering how he could have abandoned such an enchanting betrothed in his previous life for an ordinary female lead. Was he blind or what?
Zhong Meiying, noticing Ye Qiu staring at her in a daze, secretly blushes. She descends the stairs unhurriedly, and as she lowers her head, a playful strand of hair brushes over her slightly flushed cheeks. She's like a shy lotus flower unable to withstand the cool breeze, incredibly captivating. Zhong Meiying, having studied dance, moves with exceptional grace, her waist supple, every movement carrying allure.
"Sister Mei Ying is really beautiful," Ye Shuyao admires sincerely.
