The little girl's soft, sweet lips brushed his icy ones, then fled away in a flash, yet that tenderness seemed to burrow into his heart, in an instant softening it into a shallow pool of water, making his lips curve without his knowing.
Su Yu had always been aloof and proud, never once showing a smile.
That smile was like a world-toppling blossom that bloomed in a single breath, making heaven and earth, all things under the sky, lose their color.
The little girl whose tears had not yet dried was clearly stunned by his beauty, staring at him, dumbfounded, her lips shining.
Yet the one who was dazed was not only Xiao Xue; Bai Xueruo was just as shaken.
She could no longer remember how long it had been since she last saw his smile; she was almost forgetting it altogether. Yet now, how could he be smiling at a mere yellow-haired maid—and that little girl had actually gone and kissed his lips.
