"You've finally discovered your own perfection!"
Wang Xiu's words, like a salty sea breeze, echoed in Lin Yuyan's ears. Without realizing it, the tension and shyness in her heart eased considerably.
She calmed down, pinched herself to make sure this wasn't a dream, and then excitedly asked, "Sir, how did you manage to do this?"
She wasn't a complete fool; she finally understood her own worth. She was like a completely different person now!
Wang Xiu's expression was calm as he said, "It is as I've said before. What I painted is simply how you truly look. Even if others don't see you this way, in my eyes... you are this perfect!"
Lin Yuyan mulled over his words. "Does that mean," she asked thoughtfully, "that as long as you believe I'm... ample, I can become ample?"
