"Why would someone like Yuan Liya become your fiancée, yet you still remain chaste as jade? It truly shatters expectations to the ground."
"It's tit for tat, why hurt each other?"
At the entrance of the banquet hall, Qiao Xia took a deep breath. Mu Liang, in his white suit and black bow tie, seemed more like an orchid in full bloom, standing out in proud solitude. Every movement he made exuded a languid elegance, and an inherent, disdainful pride that seemed to come from within his bones. His exquisitely carved features were cold and aloof, captivating in their stunning beauty, exuding an extraordinary charm.
Qiao Xia always felt that he wasn't suited for white.
However, Mu Liang's shirts were consistently white, as were his sweaters—pure white.
White sweaters and shirts had almost become his signature color; his wardrobe comprised only black and white hues.
Black was the color that suited Mu Liang best, yet he had an excessive fondness for white.
