Fu Boyann's gaze shifted to Su Qing, who had been silently standing in place. As his eyes met hers, a flash crossed his deep set eyes.
He knew his mother had saved a woman, but he had never seen her until today. He did not expect her to be such a young woman—no, more aptly called a girl—about twenty years old, with fair and delicate skin. Even though she was wearing black-framed glasses, he could still see the shining eyes behind them, stunningly beautiful.
He thought he had never seen such beautiful eyes before. Even when they merely gazed quietly at you, you couldn't look away.
For a moment, Fu Boyann wanted to remove the black-framed glasses from her face. He was curious to know what the rest of her face, with such beautiful eyes, looked like.
She simply stood there, tall and exquisite, her demeanor elegant and calm. Fu Boyann could see at a glance that the girl his mother had saved must come from a good family, judging by her posture and the aura she exuded.
