The light illuminated his face and that tiny red earring in his left ear.
He was walking over slowly, like a deity taking a leisurely stroll in the back garden of heaven, casually picking a rose.
He seemed like a king viewing his territory, the rose in his hand was his scepter.
He was noble and authoritative, relaxed, and casual; he was refined and elegant, wild and unrestrained.
No one doubted that he was a darling of the gods. Because that's precisely what he was.
Journalists had lost count of how many times they had pressed their shutters, but two high-ranking executives from European fashion companies simultaneously retracted their gazes, looking at each other, both seeing surprise in the other's eyes.
This man...was he not their lord and boss? Why was he...walking the runway here?!
Of course, apart from these two, many people focused on his outfit after their initial astonishment.
