It's no wonder Bai Lan was so happy; she liked Shu Joy the moment she saw her.
The little girl wore her hair in a ponytail, jet-black and lustrous, with eyes as bright as stars, a handsome nose, and tender red lips. Her skin, probably inherited from Shu Pan, was as pale as porcelain. She had a slender figure, wearing a plain white dress.
It showcased the best aspects of her age.
It was that enviable, blossoming time of life.
The more Bai Lan looked, the more she liked her. Sometimes, it's all about love at first sight, and Joy was just the right match for her eyes.
Zhou Yanlin usually didn't pay attention to the little girls around him, so he didn't know what they were like, but this little girl in front of him was special.
She seemed spirited, lively, and mischievous, but occasionally he felt she was somewhat demure, a bundle of contradictions.
Shu Joy, noticing Zhou Yanlin's gaze, asked indignantly, "What's there to stare at?"
Her tone was delicately appealing.
