He walked against the light; his slightly long hair shimmered in the sunlight. His features were not extraordinarily perfect, but they were flawlessly beautiful nevertheless, easy on the eyes, and warm.
Below his left eye, a birthmark shaped like a teardrop looked brooding, deep, and full of stories, like a book that no one wants to put down. In the subtle fragrance of ink, you would want to be by his side forever.
Seeing him, Ming Mei somehow thought of the word—'beautiful'.
Indeed, beautiful.
Walking in the beautiful sunlight, with that charming posture. His handsomeness was just right, not too unreal. This is the kind of beauty that human beings lack the most.
Not like Kang Chen, who seems almost mythical, too far to reach.[Mr. Chen: Too far to reach? What were you dreaming about last night?]
Seeing him, Ming Mei's restless heart began to calm down as he approached step by step.
It wasn't until his clean and slender hands reached out that Ming Mei came back to her senses.
