In the not-so-spacious triple room, Jiang Qiao got up and stretched. She found Lian Qu still asleep beside her, and Wang Chuyun was asleep as well.
Lian Qu groaned in her sleep, muttering from time to time, "So high, so far away, so scary! I want to get off the shuttle!"
A moment later, her groans turned into sobs. She looked like a child who had just been scolded by her parents, utterly pitiful.
The loli mom who usually loved lecturing people could actually be so vulnerable. Jiang Qiao felt a little heartbroken, but even more than that, she felt an indescribable sense of contrast and excitement.
It was not nice to think this way, but she was just too adorable like this.
Unlike the sobbing Lian Qu, Wang Chuyun looked perfectly normal.
Aside from being especially beautiful.
When Jiang Qiao had met Wang Chuyun last year, she had merely thought the other girl was pretty.
But now, "pretty" had become "especially beautiful." Jiang Qiao could not help marveling that youth really was wonderful; her looks seemed to break through their upper limit every day.
Even more terrifyingly, she possessed a rare and precious quality: she was beautiful without knowing it.
She was already beautiful enough to make people hold their breath, yet she did not care about her appearance at all and instead displayed extraordinary talent elsewhere.
A girl like that was like a narcissus: blooming whether anyone watched or not, combining elegance with a subtle fragrance. Even someone of the same sex could fall for her.
Especially now, as Wang Chuyun slept, her chest rose and fell rhythmically. Her smooth long hair shone with astonishing luster, making her gleam with moving light in the faint glow of dawn.
"No matter which Star Lord created such an adorable girl,