After removing her veil, he saw that her eyes shone brightly. She had finely arched brows, a delicate nose, skin as lustrous and soft as jade, faint dimples at her cheeks, and a sweet, tenderly beautiful face.
Most striking of all was the faint sea-blue tint in her eyes. Bright-eyed and white-toothed, lovely as peach blossoms and fair as plum blossoms, she possessed an exotic charm unlike that of the women of the Central Plains.
Song Qingshu's memories of Xiao Zhao had long since grown hazy. He only vaguely remembered that she had been young then, her figure not yet fully developed. Though breathtakingly beautiful, she had still possessed an air of childishness. Now, after several years and the trials of serving as Cult Master above countless others, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty of captivating grace.
"What a loss... such a huge loss..." Song Qingshu said, beating his chest and stamping his feet.
Xiao Zhao froze. "What's wrong with you? What do you mean, a huge loss?"
Song Qingshu let out a deep sigh. "If I'd known you would grow up to be this beautiful, I never should have agreed to be your godfather at your mother's request. Then I could have pursued you properly. Now I have no idea which brat will get lucky."
"What nonsense~" Xiao Zhao spat lightly, her face instantly flushing red. "My mother hates smooth talkers most. I have no idea why she... why she considered you a friend." In the end, she could not bring herself to say the words "godfather," so she changed her phrasing. Still, although women might claim to dislike a man's compliments, they were secretly delighted by them. Thus, while she seemed mildly annoyed on the surface, she was not truly angry.
"I was only joking." Song Qingshu