"But I like perfection in beauty," Feng Qingxue pouted and simply placed the mirror face down on the kang table.
She did not want to look anymore, the more she looked, the sadder she got.
Men would never understand a woman's heart that longed for beauty.
Lu Jiang, at a loss for words from his wife's rebuff, spontaneously picked up his daughter, who was playing beside him, and hugged her, "Fubao, do you think Mommy is pretty? Isn't she the most beautiful mommy in the world?"
"Mommy is pretty, Mommy is really pretty!" Fubao smiled sweetly, "Fubao looks like Mommy, and is very pretty too."
Feng Qingxue stared at her husband and daughter, no sweet words were enough to soothe her sorrow.
Lu Jiang lowered his head, and Fubao looked up, both of them sticking out their tongues.
"By the way, where's Xibao?" Feng Qingxue belatedly realized that someone was missing from the house.