No matter if his features are examined individually or collectively, they are utterly perfect, but the most striking part of him are his eyes. Neither too large nor too small, they did not possess the seductive allure of phoenix or peach blossom eyes, but the pupils were black and, under the March sunlight his eyes held her reflection within them.
This pair of eyes were crystal clear; they held no traces of insidiousness.
Added to his tall and straight physique, even coarse hemp clothing couldn't undermine his distinctive charm.
He really didn't strike her as someone who would sell formulas illicitly.
However, this was just Qiao Xiaomai's personal judgment. In this day and age, outward appearances mean little. Often, beneath the facade of humanity, lurk those who would commit monstrous deeds. After all, the heart is hidden behind a wall of flesh, who could really perceive the thoughts of another?
