The person was Luo Xi.
The cool moonlight streamed through the corridor windows, illuminating Luo Xi's profile and highlighting the ethereal quality of the young man.
The night breeze tousled his ink-black short hair and, under the moon's sprinkling light, his dragon horns shimmered.
Feya's heart skipped a beat.
Merely looking at his face, she felt her restless spirit seem to quiet down,
and a smile unconsciously formed on the girl's lips.
However, she quickly hid her smile.
Strange, how she could be attracted to someone she hardly knew once again.
It was as if this young man possessed a special power that drew her in.
Yet Luo Xi shouldn't have used any psychic skill on her.
Feya was quite confident in her own perceptiveness.
