Zhen Mi seemed to half-understand, half-not, only glancing at Ding Ling with a slightly flushed face. Her almond-shaped eyes, as gentle as water, were filled with admiration, closeness, and trust—anyone could see it.
Zhen Jiang was helpless, how could she not see that this little girl Zhen Mi had fallen for her own husband.
But her husband's charm was too great; how many women on Chang'an Street wouldn't like him?
Thinking of it this way,
she was relieved.
'For years, Zhen Mi often spoke of wanting to meet her brother-in-law. Now that her wish has come true, she must be extremely joyful.'
Zhen Mi grew up listening to stories of Ding Ling.
Naturally, her feelings towards Ding Ling were quite complex.
Among them were admiration and affection for her idol;
astonishment and respect towards the hero;
trust and closeness towards family;
...
Moreover, Ding Ling was peerless and extraordinary, with limitless grandeur, like the sun standing among the crowd!
