Song Yongrui timidly walked into the room, where the dashing prime minister Bai sat in his chair. Prime minister Bai leaned forward, his handsome face twenty years younger than it was supposed to be. Every wrinkle on his face was gone. He was rejuvenated. Young again.
"So you've come, Song Yongrui." said prime minister Bai, in a low and husky voice that could seduce just about anyone. His words rolled off his tongue like butter, and the words came out like notes of a song.
Song Yongrui pitifully lowered his head in submission toward prime minister Bai.
His face was full of regret, and his eyes were visibly red and puffy, probably from crying. His wide shoulders were downcast and his handsome brows were wrinkled.
Prime minister Bai almost felt bad for Song Yongrui, but chuckled instead.
