His voice was gentle and clear, drifting into the girl's ears along with the wind.
She stopped and turned around slowly.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Shi Yan had seen many men who she felt were outstanding. Among them, there were many who were handsome and had an outstanding temperament. However, none of them made her heart skip a beat at first sight.
The man's appearance was undoubtedly unique. Looking at him, he was twenty-five years old and sitting in a wheelchair in a white shirt, his face pale and a little sickly. His temperament was noble, gentle, and reserved.
She had read many books, especially ancient literature. She had never quite understood what the book meant when it said, "A stranger like a Jade Master is unparalleled in the world."
Or rather, she had never quite understood what kind of temperament that was. At this moment, she seemed to suddenly understand.
