"Who knows, maybe when he sees I'm ugly, he'll just back out on his own? It would save a lot of trouble; I wouldn't have to offend my uncle, and my mom wouldn't struggle when visiting family. Everyone wins!"
Zoe Lewis admired her ability to heal and mock herself; in this regard, she truly was someone who could see things clearly.
Rarely, he praised her, "You're not ugly."
He praised so subtly that Zoe didn't realize he was complimenting her at all; she glared at him, "Right, you're not ugly either."
He chuckled lightly. Whenever he gave a little ground, she'd immediately climb over him; when he was fierce, she grew timid, shrank herself back, didn't dare confront him, and was quite adept at reading faces.
It was the first time Zoe saw him laugh, and she was dumbstruck watching his profile.
Oh my God, he's really good-looking!
When he laughed, it was like ice and snow melting, revealing a touch of gentleness and warmth that could dispel all the gloom in her heart.
