He actually has such a suffocating charm. A pure color rose in full bloom on the ground quietly reveals its secret fragrance.
Turning slightly sideways, he stretched out his hand to a certain part of the stage
The prince with an elegant posture seems to be greeting the princess at the gorgeous gate of the palace: "My little angel, can you share the stage with me?"
His eyes were as clear as stars, a clear brilliance blooming in his crystal pupils, and a gentle smile on his lips, as pure as transparent crystal
"Mu..." Xia Nuonuo accidentally caught Wen Lunmu's hand, stepped onto the luxurious open-air catwalk step by step, and stood beside Wen Lunmu at a loss.
Although there is no makeup on Xia Nuonuo's face, her exquisite facial features are like a work carefully carved by God. There are no bangs, and her willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes are unobstructed. Behind her, a handful of waist-length flaxen hair is pulled up casually.
He didn't dress deliberately, he just wore a white patterned T-shirt, a gray thin coat, and dark long jeans.
Her simple dress makes people feel easy-going. She reveals a light and sweet temperament that makes people want to get closer. Her beautiful face makes people get closer.
She didn't look too mediocre at all because of the dazzling Wen Lun wood. Instead, it seemed that the aperture of Wen Lun wood set off her beauty.
"Little angel, you are beautiful." The sunny smile finally returned to his face.
"Close your eyes." His nostrils twitched slightly, smelling the sweetness that belonged to her. The sky was a light gray-white, with flying snowflakes, like broken gardenia petals, and a piece of fragrant and holy pure white mist.
"hree" After Wen Lunmu counted three times, he patted Xia Nuonuo's shoulder, "Okay, little angel, open your eyes." His pure and innocent smile bloomed,
Reporters from various school newspapers clicked the shutter, as if they couldn't wait to record this pure and bright smile that could only belong to an angel.
"Rose?" Xia Nuonuo opened her eyes in astonishment, stretched out her hand to pick up the roses, and then stared at her palm with joy: "There is also snow...!"
"This is the midsummer rose rain." Wen Lunmu raised his lips. "And the snow-colored world." Wen Lunmu smiled like an angel, or he was an angel himself.
A beautiful angel who gives silently without asking for anything.
"Mu...are you celebrating something?" Xia Nuonuo smiled flawlessly and stepped closer to Wen Lunmu, as if she wanted to observe the changes in his expression more clearly.
"Well... I'm celebrating, I finally have to say what's in my heart."
"Mu, what do you want to say?" The smile that slowly appeared on her bright face was like an epiphyllum in full bloom, blooming with a beautiful brilliance.