Seeing the deep self-blame in Xiaotian's eyes, Liuliu suddenly realized that this was the man she was looking for. Without any hesitation, she knew it was him. A man full of responsibility and commitment, a man who cared for her deeply, and a man who would never take in a concubine, was the man she had been searching for. He would not blame her if she passed away, instead, he would scrutinize his own mistakes. Such a man was open-minded and worth leaning on.
"Xiaotian, do you think I am pretty?" Liuliu suddenly blurted out.
This was Liuliu's final assessment of Xiaotian, she was aware that she wasn't particularly beautiful, and might appear coarse rather than soft and feminine. She had dark skin, large eyebrows and eyes, and an aura that was more robust than delicate. In ancient times, white skin was considered beauty in both men and women. She still hoped, however, to be cherished by her man. Even the most robust and strong woman wants to be treated tenderly by a man.