The ancient town now seemed like a city of the dead.
The fog was hazy, the moonlight bleak, with no one to inquire after it.
When Liu Ruoxue approached Xu Yuan, walking with a slightly strange gait, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly gazing at the moon.
Although her heart harbored great disdain for the demon-like youth before her, Liu Ruoxue had to admit that the boy bathed in the moonlight's halo was extremely handsome.
His features were exquisite, his presence ethereal, his white clothes immaculate, resembling a noble jade tree in a crystal forest, wholly the image of a Gentleman of the Turbulent Times with a chivalrous heart, especially those eyes and brows - deep-set eyes like an abyss, thick eyebrows like drapes, giving the illusion that his gaze was a sword sheathed, startling one into wakefulness.
Shame that, beyond his appearance, he was utterly worthless.
Liu Ruoxue silently thought.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.
