His gaze roamed dishonestly over Ho Yumeng's face.
He had to admit that Jian Ruzhou abandoning Dong Meitong, his childhood companion and societal match, to be infatuated with Ho Yumeng, was not without reason.
Ho Yumeng truly was beautiful.
Dong Meitong was already considered a beauty, but compared to Ho Yumeng, she could be seen as a mere maid.
Not only was Ho Yumeng flawless in appearance, with brows and eyes like a painting, but she also possessed a strange aura.
She gave the impression of a lady holding an oil-paper umbrella in the misty rain painting of Jiangnan, beautiful like a poem tinged with a slight sorrow, provoking tenderness and compassion.
He and Dong Meitong were good friends.
While he was indignant that his friend's beloved had been stolen by Ho Yumeng, he also envied Jian Ruzhou's good fortune.
