C1140 The Match Is Suitable

Shih Xuan's long black hair was simply pinned up with a wooden hairpin. Her face, though devoid of makeup, was strikingly elegant. Perhaps due to her lack of expression, she had an aura like the surface of a frozen lake in early winter—cool and distant.

"I heard Mr. Di will return to the capital soon. Do you want to prepare for it?"

The beggar ate sparingly, just a few bites of the delicacies