The girl on the airplane had fair, hydrated skin and a gaze as calm as still water, resembling an ancient well of a thousand years without the slightest ripple.
Sitting there, she was not strikingly dazzling. She was not the kind of beauty like Jiang Xiaoqiao, who caught your eye instantly and made it impossible to look away. Her beauty was mild, deep, unpretentious, and unsharp—the kind that grew on you the longer you looked. Her gaze was calm yet tinged with compassion, as if she were high above the world.
Beautiful as she was, she lacked a certain vibrant color that could stir the heart.
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