Chen Ji scrutinized Zhang Xia in front of him, feeling something was different.
The girl dressed in fiery red riding a chestnut horse, who sped to the Taiping Medical Hall to make a three-point pact with him, suddenly seemed like a virtuous wife and good mother.
She still looked beautiful, but she no longer seemed like Zhang Xia.
Nor like Yan Zhihu.
Zhang Xia suddenly smiled at Chen Ji, "Why are you looking at me, do I look good like this now?"
Caught off guard by the question, Chen Ji could only reply sincerely, "You looked better before."
Aunt Li emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of water, teasing, "Young man, you're too honest. When complimenting girls, you should say all looks are nice, praise the past first, then the present. That's how my husband won me over; otherwise, who would have wanted to live with him when he was so poor?"
Chen Ji felt a bit embarrassed but insisted, "Indeed, she looked better before."
