Yunzheng thought of Xue Xinyi's words. There was a trace of hesitation in her eyes, but she still put the ugly half of her face in front of him and said, "It's just that you have also seen that I am simply ugly."
Ye Wuchen felt a little funny when he saw her look. He said calmly: "The first day I married you, I knew you were not beautiful. There was such a big red mark on your face."
Yunzheng was slightly startled, then she said softly: "Don't you think you are ugly?"
Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand to caress the ugly half of her face and said softly: "Maybe this half of her face is really not beautiful!"
Yunzheng's eyes dimmed when he heard this, but Ye Wuchen said slowly: "It's just that in my opinion, whether this half of your face is beautiful or ugly, I don't care. We have been married for several years, and now I look at it this way
I think I'm used to it now."
What he said was true. In Ye Wuchen's opinion, Yunzheng was not considered a beauty. Even if she had a good foundation, the marks on most of her face were enough to completely destroy the beauty of her entire face.
When he first met her, he was shocked when he saw the marks on her face. But now, he has really got used to it, and what he fell in love with was not Yunzheng's beauty, but Yunzheng's beauty.
Her gentle and demure temperament, her uncontested tranquility.
It is simple and comfortable to get along with such a woman.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to her temperament and likes to hear her play the flute when she is in the mood.
Hearing this, Yunzheng whispered again: "But this face is really ugly. Don't you men all like wives who are as beautiful as flowers?"
"You are wrong. For men, when marrying a wife, you should marry a virtuous one. Only those who are charming and beautiful will be taken into concubines." Ye Wuchen said calmly: "It's just that those women are too enchanting and lose their true charm. I see.
I don’t like it anymore.”
Yunzheng smiled slightly when she heard the words. Her smile came from the heart. When the light smile spread on her face, it was like a slowly blooming hibiscus flower. It was fresh and elegant, but also revealed the charm of a city.
taste.
Ye Wuchen rarely saw her smiling like this, and he couldn't help but be stunned. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he held her hand tighter and said: "Zheng'er, what I love is you, not you."
This face."
"Yeah." Yunzheng said softly, "I am so lucky to meet you."
Her appearance can only be seen by the people she likes, only the men who really fall in love with her.
Ye Wuchen hugged her tighter and said softly: "This is also what I want to say. The mistake that day made me happy."
The corners of Yunzheng's lips slightly raised after hearing this. There are thousands of kinds of fate in this world, and her fate with Ye Wuchen is an extremely special one.
She had always felt that men were lustful, and Ye Wuchen would be one of them, but now she felt that he might be one of them, but he was definitely the one who was most sincere to her.
She was just a concubine of the Yun Mansion, and he had no good intentions for her in the first place.
In these years of life, she originally fully understood these things, but she seemed to be a little unclear, and that lack of understanding was just due to her own inner demons.
She didn't speak anymore, just stretched out her hand to hug him back.
She only felt that she was the luckiest woman in the world, and her appearance never mattered.
The two of them hugged each other like this and felt extremely happy.