An ink jade strap tied the man's jet-ink hair high up. His thin lips were pulled into a line, and it was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry from his austere phoenix eyes.
It just so happened to be sunset, and red clouds blanketed the entire sky. The clouds stretched with the blowing wind, and a nip in the air seeped into the bones.
After sauntering out of the city gate, Mo Lian immediately glimpsed the barefaced little fellow dressed in pale-colored clothing standing in the middle of the crowd.
His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze fixed on the little one.
Meanwhile, when Feng Manyun heard her maidservant's exclamation, she quickly shifted her gaze to the city gate's direction. With this glance, her maiden heart was practically set aflutter.
It was him, it was really him! That elegant Young Master Mo with a fleeting bearing.
