His fingers lightly traced along her cheek, and finally settled on her slender chin.
With gentle force, he lifted up the trembling person in his arms and her beautiful face, so that she could be seen in his eyes at close range.
Ji Xiaoxiao's skin is so delicate and silky, so fair and beautiful that even half of her pores and hair follicles are invisible.
She is a quarter of Russian descent, and her facial features are more protruding than those of the average Chinese. She is beautiful and has an indistinct mixed-race flavor.
At the same time, she exudes a strong classical temperament. She is a goddess of tranquility and ease.
Quiet, yet breathtakingly beautiful
Gao Shenran's eyebrows were furrowed, and his light green eyes were half-squinted, revealing a dangerous and inquiring look.
At this moment, Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes were staring hard, as if he wanted to see through it.
If you say that God is too partial to Ji Xiaoxiao and made her too perfect and flawless, then you are totally wrong.
Ji Xiaoxiao is not perfect. She has a pair of dark eyes with unusual white spots, like a fine painting that has been accidentally splashed with tea stains.
With an eyesore stain, it appears in front of the world, making people feel regretful and sad.
Under the dim light in the room, Gao Shenran's face changed, painful and complicated, but he always stared into her eyes.
It was originally a pair of smart and charming black eyes. Due to an accident three years ago, her eyes were burned by the fire of the explosion.
From then on, she became a girl with an eye disease, which also made her mute.
The disaster was too heavy for her. Her father was buried in the fire, and she could no longer speak because of the grief.
Three years have passed, and the personal experiences and traumas have brought great sequelae to her.
In addition to being unable to speak or see clearly, she was unable to get close to others and became introverted and dull.
Can't laugh or cry, like a ceramic doll for people to display
As long as there is a stranger approaching, she will be like a frightened bird, shrinking in fear and panic
In daily life, except for playing the flute and listening to music, her life is almost blank