Speaking of the past, Li Mu Yang sighed deeply and said, "I used to be black."
"Giggle, giggle, giggle." Because she had laughed so hard, a healthy flush spread across the girl's face as she said, "I know. There used to be rumors like that in Tiandu City. Everyone was terribly curious about what that lawless Li Mu Yang looked like. Before long, someone in Tiandu City began selling portraits of you. I even had Xiao Xing buy one."
"I'm Xiao Xing." The maid with the topknot on the left hurriedly cut in.
"The portrait we bought didn't look like you at all."
"There was such a thing?" Li Mu Yang looked utterly astonished. He had been back for several days, yet no one had told him that his portraits were selling like hotcakes in Tiandu City. "What did they draw me as?"
"You could only see a pair of eyes."
"Black?"
"Yes. You were so black that only a pair of eyes could be seen." Song Chenxi looked at Li Mu Yang, who was close enough to touch, and thought, I wonder which wicked person deliberately made someone ugly for profit. Young Master Mu Yang was like bamboo and pine, dashing, graceful, and handsome—a refined young gentleman rarely seen even across all of Tiandu. When she had first received the portrait, she had found it absurd. How could anyone possibly be that black? Now that she had seen the real person, it further confirmed her original guess. "Young Master Mu Yang is very handsome."
Li Mu Yang's pale face flushed slightly. He clasped his hands and bowed deeply once more. "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Song. But the money you spent back then was not wasted. I really was very black when I was young. So black that