"What is beauty?"
"To use flowers as appearance, birds as sounds, the moon as gods, willows as form, jade as bones, ice and snow as skin, autumn water as posture, and poetry as heart, this is called beauty."
Mo Qingyun chuckled: "Then Qian Baoer is definitely not a beauty!"
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"You, go to hell!!"