Mrs. Huang came over with a fruit platter, catching a glimpse of the enlarged text on Qi Yu's phone, and sighed softly.
"Fate can be so cruel. She's such a kind soul, heaven should really show her some mercy."
Qi Yu put away her phone, a little absent-minded. "Yes, good people truly deserve good fortune."
On the TV, a popular historical fantasy drama was playing, starring a young actor and actress, both with lackluster performances. Their empty gazes clashed as they portrayed a scene of undying love, entirely devoid of passion.
Mrs. Huang was thoroughly engrossed, while Qi Yu felt as if her eyes were being assaulted.
The male lead's appearance, though, was rather striking—thick brows, starry eyes, and a charming gaze, all accentuated by his flowing white robes.
By the end of the year, when people review the best-looking men in costume dramas, he would surely make the list.
