Gu Wenjuan was also dazzled by her smile, which burst stunningly into her heart, unable to resist the sudden flutter.
So beautiful.
Not only beautiful but also exuding an ineffable sanctity and majesty.
Yet such a smile was powerful, as if it could strike directly at the heart.
Gu Wenjuan couldn't help but stare, her gaze lingering far longer than intended.
Everyone around knew Mo Shu's temperament and dared not look too long. Seeing Gu Wenjuan's dazed expression, they thought her terribly rude.
A sharp voice tinged with envy cut through the crowd, "Princess Mo detests being stared at. Seems like someone doesn't want their eyes anymore, huh?"
At these words, Gu Wenjuan's nerves tensed; she paled and stepped back, "I..."
But before she could speak, her legs gave way, nearly falling backward.
The onlookers watched her stumble with schadenfreude, none rushing to her aid.
However, what none of them expected happened.
Mo Shu stepped forward, swiftly grabbing Gu Wenjuan's wrist.
