The man had a strikingly handsome face.
His black hair was soft and subtly fluttered with the cold wind. His amber pupils reflected the grey sky, enveloping his eyes with a wispy veil. The tear mole at the corner of his eye was captivating, alluring and ethereal.
A soft and warm curve always graced the corner of his lips.
As magnificent as a jade statue on a street, he was unparalleled.
Merely standing quietly, he would make people stop in their tracks to admire him.
Jiang Ruan paused her steps.
When she looked up, Cheng Xu was already walking towards the man.
And eventually, she stood shyly in front of him.
It surprised her.
Cheng Xu —— Lou Luchuan?
Did they know each other?
Perhaps her gaze was too intent, the man across them raised his eyes accurately, looked her way, then subtly bent his gaze.
It seemed like he was giving her a greeting.
There was no sign of evasion.
Cheng Xu also turned her head.
Her gaze glued onto Jiang Ruan with a vacant expression.
