Yang Qinglan emerged from her room, her pure and stunning face complemented by an off-shoulder blue long-sleeve with beautiful pleats at the neckline, and a beige short skirt that showed off her long, fair legs.
Her waist-length black hair was casually tied at the back of her head, lending her a slender figure that didn't lack in charm.
She was still as youthfully beautiful as ever, but compared to her previous aloofness, she now exuded a touch of gentle ease.
Seeing her approach, Li Changzhou couldn't help but show a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Yang Qinglan was fine until she made eye contact with him, then she too couldn't help but smile a little.
It wasn't as though there was anything particularly amusing, and they hadn't been apart for that long.
"Qing Lan, your hair looks especially beautiful today!" Li Qianxia's lips were made of honey.
"Really? I did it the same way as always." Yang Qinglan's right hand, delicate like a lily, lightly touched her hair.
