Resting his chin on her shoulder, Chu Heng had no choice but to hunch his back, while looking into the oversized half-length mirror.
Ye Muyu met his tender gaze in the reflection and found herself smiling brightly like blooming flowers.
In the mirror, the two looked exceptionally well-matched.
Clad in black and white, she tugged at the hem of her dress and asked, "Ah Heng, which dress looks better on me?"
"All of them look good," Chu Heng's eyes moved to the dresses, his soothing words came easily, but he still provided a clear answer, reaching for the white and pink sheer gown that Ye Muyu rarely wore: "This one looks good."
"Isn't it too youthful?" Ye Muyu didn't feel old, but as the mother of two children, she had to act more maturely to fit her status in the capital, especially at banquets. She had bought the pink sheer gown because it was lovely and the exquisite embroidery impressed her.
"Not at all, my Ah Yu is the most beautiful," Chu Heng kissed her face.
