He was kissed on his scar for the first time, on the broken off brow.
His heart trembly pulsated, as if inadvertently, a seed had fallen into the soil, and now, the seed rooted and sprouted underground, its tender green stem and leaves breaking through the earth.
Lu Xiaoyou didn't mind the scar on Long Xiliang's face—who could, when even with a scar across his face, he looked so devastatingly handsome.
The scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his chin added an air of severity and wildness to him, and the portion of the eyebrow at the left end split into two made him look sharp as a sword, imparting to this man a forbidding sexual appeal.
Long Xiliang's features were flawless, and that unique broken brow made him all the more noble and enchanting.
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Years later, Long Xiliang dreamt of that scene again.
The stabbing pain on the left side of his face almost paralyzed his brain as blood quickly stained his eyes red.
