Huai Yin had been keeping his eyes lowered when he heard Liu Qingsong's words, his brows tightly furrowed together.
This was the most profound expression Ran Yan had ever seen on him, more moving than that mundane, indifferent face, no wonder Yang Ying was so infatuated with him. Ran Yan didn't think that liking someone for their appearance was superficial; humans are visual creatures, all attracted to varying degrees by beautiful things. The key was whether or not, after falling in love with someone's appearance, you could grow to like everything about them and not have love wane as beauty faded. If one only stayed fixated on the surface, that's what was truly superficial.
What Yang Ying's psychology was, Ran Yan did not yet know, only that Huai Yin's appearance alone was enough to make many women infatuated.
