When Feng Zhiwei turned around, Helian Zheng froze, amazement filling his eyes. A smile crossed his lips as he spoke: "Incredible, I never thought you would dress up so well."
Feng Zhiwei touched her yellow face and drooping eyebrows — was he blind? Did he not see his Little Aunt's "otherworldly" face?
But Helian Zheng seemed oblivious to all of this, smiling happily as he looked Feng Zhiwei over. He did not think any part of Feng Zhiwei's face was ugly. A yellow face? That was the color of smooth gold! Drooping brows? A sign of longevity! No matter what anyone else said, he felt that this yellow-faced Little Aunt had a true charm to her.
"Let's go." Helian Zheng said, reaching for her hand.
But Feng Zhiwei stepped aside, dodging away.