Di Jinxuan’s eyes softened as she gently traced the features of his face with her hand.
She couldn’t help but feel a deep admiration for him.
The issue with Miao Wu originally had nothing to do with him, yet he took it upon himself for the sake of righteousness.
He originally had a thriving career as a legendary dancer adored by many, but for the sake of his family, he gave up the glory that was rightfully his, all because of love.
The orphans, fugitives, and beggars who should have been left to fend for themselves were taken in by him, providing them a life with dignity, all because of pity.
His heart must also be kind, for only a truly evil person would be incapable of these acts.
So the man she was about to join hands with in life wasn’t a loser or a degenerate, but actually a very good person, wasn’t he?
Di Jinxuan looked into his captivating, colorful peach blossom eyes; in the rippling depths, there were softness and kindness, mesmerizing and alluring.
At this moment, his lips curled slightly into a smile that was indeed handsome but somehow carried an air of rascality; yet behind such a roguish smile, could there also be hidden sorrow?
Especially considering the affair with Miao Wu, which once caused a sensation, it was then that Nangong Jin gained his reputation as a playboy.
He never explained, shouldering it alone for ten years, and his reason was simply for a deceased dancer who loved dancing.
Such simplicity and purity.
Alright, she admitted that such a man made her heart flutter.
Her slender, fair hands meticulously outlined his face, from his brows to his eyes, from his nose to his lips, down to his well-defined chin.
This man was an angel, if anything, an angel in a devil’s disguise.


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