The man in front of her wore white. Not only was his hair sparklingly silver, but his face was also frighteningly pale, his lips devoid of any color. Furthermore, he deliberately wore his shoes in the same color. His eyelashes lowered, the strand of it was akin to a delicate carving of snowflakes. Calmly sitting up on a boulder with a white cup of hot tea in his palm, he sipped the drink that was still emitting steam that blurred his countenance.
If one asked Qing'er who was the most handsome man she had ever seen, then she would wholeheartedly answered this man in front of her.
She wasn't kidding. This man, his build was born slender, his waist so slim as if it would break with a single snap and when he sat there calmly, he gave off the feeling that the boulder he was sitting on was a royal bedroom, very tantalizing and bewitching.
