The man was not dressed in the comfortable home wear he usually favored; today, he wore a formal white shirt and black trousers. His handsome face reflected in the morning light made his features appear even more profound. He seemed to be surrounded by an aura that made everything else around him pale in comparison, merely serving as a backdrop.
Wei Anning stared at him, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.
This demon, he's simply too handsome, the ultimate male god!
Even sitting in a wheelchair, he could not hide his elegance and demeanor. His piercing phoenix eyes, calm and undisturbed, swept toward her, and despite the distance, she could not fend off the overly profound emotions in his eyes.
His presence in formal attire was imposing and distant, suddenly stretching the gap between them, making him seem so unattainably far.
