Huo Zhanting was already aware of the foolish thing An Xuan had done.
He explained softly.
"An Xuan and you are twins, after all. Your features are about seventy or eighty percent alike. You're undeniably a beauty, so naturally, his appearance isn't bad either. You know people are creatures of visual instinct, always giving high marks to those who look good at first glance. An Xuan has certainly benefited from that."
An Lan raised her hand and touched her smooth, pale face, her eyes curving into crescent moons. "Are you indirectly complimenting me on my looks?"
"It's not an indirect compliment—it's a straightforward one. You've always been beautiful." Huo Zhanting, with the most serious expression, uttered the sweetest words. He continued,