Chapter 155: A Pretty Woman (1/2)

Translator: Soldier

”Young Master, this ugly woman doesn't even worth a glance. If anybody in this place is worth looking at, it would be that female auctioneer down there. She's far prettier.”

Little Qing, though still young, affected a sophistication he didn't possess and pointed at the female sitting beside masked Young Master Long, whose name was Ruo Ling.

'Pretty?'

Yun Wu drinking tea briefly paused and subconsciously tossed a glance at the female in the hall down below.

”Little Qing, you really think that woman is very pretty?” Yun Wu twisted her head aside and looked at Little Qing, slightly lifting the corners of her mouth.

”Of course. Any man with eyes would regard her as a beauty. You may ask my young master if you don't believe me,” replied Little Qing earnestly.

Yun Wu didn't ask Nangong Yi, for she didn't really need anybody to tell her the answer.

With a somewhat flinty expression in her eyes, she quietly threw another downward glance at the man sitting in the hall, who dressed entirely in white and was wearing a mask, and who so far had never once turned his head around.

”She's indeed pretty good-looking. Do all men like young beautiful women?” Yun Wu seemed to be talking to herself but also seemed to be asking someone.

In her last incarnation, to rescue the man for whom she had been willing to sacrifice everything, she had lost half of her face in an explosion. That man had repeatedly assured her that he didn't mind, but in the end, he'd still betrayed her.

'Exactly what do promises and vows mean to a man?' she wondered.

Nangong Yi didn't answer, but a hint of sympathy faintly gleamed in his eyes as he watched hers.

Little Qing, a young boy who had always been straightforward, remarked with bluntness typical of children, ”Certainly. All men like beautiful women! But given your appearance and your unpleasant way of speaking, I'm quite sure no man will like you.”

After hearing this, Yun Wu curled up the corner of her mouth but the smile on her face was faint and she made no reply.

She picked up her teacup, slowly took another sip of tea and that languid bland expression reappeared on her face.