He did not know why the ancients had used such exaggerated phrases to describe women. Even Xiao Wanqing, Principal Xiao, whom he had always liked, probably was not worthy of the praise found in those ancient poems and verses.
Though such writing might seem brilliant, it could not be taken seriously. He only felt that it was all too exaggerated. Yet he could not understand why, in ancient times, there had been rulers willing to give up everything for a woman.
Could some women really be that beautiful?
He had never seen Daji or Bao Si. In his heart, Xiao Wanqing had always been the most beautiful.
Yet now, the meaning of peerless beauty lingered in his heart. No matter how many words he used to describe her, they all seemed pale and powerless. Only ancient prose could convey that artistic realm.
"Hands like tender shoots, skin like congealed cream, neck like a white grub, teeth like melon seeds, a cicada's brow and moth-like brows; her clever smile was captivating, her beautiful eyes shone with longing."
It was as if this poem had been tailor-made for a girl like her. Every line matched her, every word took her form.
Suddenly, Li Jiayu saw the girl smile faintly at him. He felt the colors around him dim, and even the sun's radiance seemed willing to crawl at her feet.
Perhaps even gods and demons would be drawn in by her peerless beauty.
His view was blocked as a bodyguard in a black suit stepped between them, his eyes full of vigilance as he watched him. Li Jiayu scratched his head awkwardly and took a few steps back.
Looking at the girl surrounded by the crowd, he could not help feeling something strange.
"What's wrong? Did Jiayu fall for her?" Hua Xiaolu