Shen Qiang was stunned, staring blankly at the beautiful lady beside the road, Gao Hui. At this moment, her delicate features, under the sunlight, resembled a small flower blooming among the wild grass. She wasn't strikingly beautiful because she didn't possess the captivating charm and means of Baihua Palace Master Weisheng Zhimei.
She wasn't purely innocent either, because she wasn't like Qin Yurou, who seemed to live above worldly concerns.
Not only that, she lacked the intellectual beauty of Ju Yang and the charm of Miao Xiaoxia. In fact, at the moment Shen Qiang saw her, he couldn't find any remarkable trait in her.
In terms of figure, there were many around Shen Qiang more impressive; in terms of looks, many more beautiful ones.
However.
At the moment their eyes met, whether it was her face or her smile, they made Shen Qiang's heart inexplicably quiver.
That feeling.
Wasn't intense.
