An Qiniang did not receive an immediate answer, as the figure slowly turned around.
There was no light, yet it did not hinder An Qiniang from clearly seeing the man's face before her.
What a face it was, cold and profound, with phoenix eyes below the brows that remained calm and slightly lifted.
Thin lips like a knife exuded coldness, and even darkness couldn't conceal the dominating aura and sharpness emanating from him.
He was a man whose mere glance could make one's soul tremble.
And at this moment, the man was gazing at An Qiniang with a chilling look, his hands clutching something.
An Qiniang focused her gaze, it was a pair of strangely charming flowers.
The flowers, their colors vibrant, with golden petals dazzling like the scorching sun, stung An Qiniang's eyes; those flowers were more beautiful than any she had seen in all her life.
Such flowers, such a man, met in such night, An Qiniang felt a strong chill in her heart.
"Who exactly are you?"
