Perhaps it was because of his identity that he kept people away from him.
It was also because his disposition was different from the other noblemen that people could not help but want to get close to him.
The girls were not discouraged. They appraised this unusual man from top to toe.
Between the jet-black hair on his forehead and the pure white gauze over his eyes, a section of his pale forehead was unveiled.
Under the gauze, the tip of his nose was exposed. It was as ashen as his forehead.
His lips were tightly pursed. They were a little gray as if he had lost his pallor.
"Are your eyes injured? Do you need me to help you down the city tower later?" the girl ventured.
"No need." The man's voice was cold.
"Alright then." The girl was a little disappointed after being rejected. She tried again. "I'm staying at the Romantic Inn. Which Inn are you staying at?"
The man tightened his lips and did not answer.
