The sister whom Yunxi raised from a young age is naturally the most outstanding girl in the world; she shouldn't be so timid.
"Be confident," Yunxi smiled with a curve of his lips. "I like those who are naturally refined through literature, confident, kind, diligent, optimistic, like a sunflower that brings others warmth and hope, as clear as a spring giving people peace, as resilient and perseverant as foxtail grass, as pure and discerning as snow. That would be the kind of girl I like."
Qiao Yi opened her mouth wide, staring at him in shock.
Seeing her dazed expression, Yunxi couldn't help but smile, "What's wrong?"
"You, Second Brother, could you say it again?" Qiao Yi wanted to cry; the sentence was too long for her to remember. "Second Brother, you like optimistic, sincere, kind, diligent people, sunflowers, mountain springs, snow..."
