He was sitting in a chair, seated sideways, with a white shirt on his upper body and his perennial black trousers on the lower half. The light of the setting sun fell on him, creating a soft atmosphere, as if a faint golden outline had been sketched around him.
His head bowed, he was intently fiddling with something in his hand.
Handsome enough to make one's heart flutter.
She had always known that this man was very good-looking, but at this moment, as she observed his profile, that recognition was clearly refreshed in her mind.
Even the so-called handsome men of the entertainment industry, with faces as attractive as his, lacked his kind of temperament and presence, to say nothing of the others.
Chi Huan stood for perhaps more than ten seconds when Mo Shiqian seemed to sense her gaze. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes narrowing and his thin lips soon breaking into a smile; he raised his arm and waved to her.
The meaning was clear, he wanted her to come over.
