The silver-haired man smiled at her, "Are you looking at me like that because there's something on my face?"
Lyra shook her head, about to say no.
Arjen stepped forward from behind him, looked at the silver-haired man's face, and said seriously, "Teacher, there's nothing on your face, just cleanliness and handsomeness!"
The silver-haired man suppressed the curve of his mouth, "I didn't ask for your opinion."
Arjen: "Oh."
He obediently stepped back behind his teacher.
While the silver-haired man and Arjen were talking, Lyra looked carefully at his face, and the more she looked, the stranger it seemed. It was definitely Gregory's aesthetic taste, but this man looked completely different from Gregory...
Lost in her thoughts, her eyes wandered elsewhere.
The silver-haired man raised his hand and waved it in front of Lyra.
Lyra looked at him.
The silver-haired man said, "You know who I am, but you're so calm. It seems you're not my fan."
