"Because I don't look good…" Shen Xinya lowered her head in sorrow, "They all say I don't look good…"
Tears dripped down one after another.
She knelt by the riverbank, sobbing pitiably and inconsolably.
Lu Ying frowned slightly.
After a while, he finally said, "Not terribly ugly."
His gaze landed on her pomegranate red silk skirt, paused for a moment, and added, "Your pomegranate skirt is quite pretty."
Shen Xinya suddenly lifted her tear-streaked face, staring at him in disbelief.
He was the first young man to ever tell her she wasn't ugly.
And he even praised her skirt for being beautiful!
Her heart skipped a beat at that moment, and her cheeks flushed red as blood. She completely forgot the coldness of her soaked body, as if the entire world around her lit up. It was the first time in her life that she truly felt the bustling warmth and brilliance of spring's blooming flowers.
