Zhao Cailing was transfixed.
She couldn't figure out why, but the feeling was strange.
Over the years, she had seen plenty of handsome men.
Among them, some were naturally dashing, while others were delicately pretty.
But Chu Dazhuang was different.
Men with a masculine air always carried a certain aggression, as if they were arrogant enough to believe they were above everyone else.
And those with a more feminine quality always seemed fragile, as if they were too delicate to withstand even the slightest touch, as though they would crumble from the merest contact.
Yet Chu Dazhuang was unlike any of them.
When she lifted her eyes to Chu Dazhuang, she felt the more she looked, the more extraordinary and magical he became.
He had none of their flaws; everything about him seemed perfectly balanced, not a bit out of place.
After a long moment, Zhao Cailing paused, and the only word that came to her mind was,
"Perfect."
