Han Yi was blue, with skin like gelatin and eyes like paint. Even if Yan Ruofen saw such a man, she would not be tempted.
She has a pink face and a moon-like smile, without any pretense. For such a woman, even if Han Yilan pretends not to care, the corners of his mouth can't help but follow her.
Light blue powder-like encounter, light blue powder-like love...
So ambiguous...