Di Jinxuan's eyes softened as she gently traced the features of his face with her hand.
She couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for him.
The issue with Miao Wu originally had nothing to do with him, yet he took it upon himself for the sake of righteousness.
He originally had a thriving career as a legendary dancer adored by many, but for the sake of his family, he gave up the glory that was rightfully his, all because of love.
The orphans, fugitives, and beggars who should have been left to fend for themselves were taken in by him, providing them a life with dignity, all because of pity.
His heart must also be kind, for only a truly evil person would be incapable of these acts.
So the man she was about to join hands with in life wasn't a loser or a degenerate, but actually a very good person, wasn't he?
Di Jinxuan looked into his captivating, colorful peach blossom eyes; in the rippling depths, there were softness and kindness, mesmerizing and alluring.
