Her celestial beauty buff was completely useless against the hollow vacuum of his brain.
To Shen Zechuan, she wasn't a fairy maiden.
She wasn't a divine idol.
She was just Ji'an, the grumpy person who made his jerky and yelled at people.
A wave of relief so incredibly heavy washed over Ji'an that she actually felt tears prick the corners of her eyes.
"Zechuan," Ji'an whispered, her voice cracking with genuine, unfiltered emotion.
She scrambled up from the floor, abandoning her cool persona.
She stepped forward and grabbed Zechuan by the shoulders, looking up at him like he was a life raft in a stormy ocean.
"You are the most beautiful, perfect, flawless idiot in the entire universe," Ji'an declared fervently.
Zechuan blinked, chewing his bun slowly.
He looked down at her hands on his shoulders, then back up to her face.
