With white hair and eyebrows, he stood with an otherworldly beauty like a god, hands clasped behind his back, his white robe fluttering slightly, noble as if descended from heaven, his cold gaze fixed on the man below.
Such a god-like man seemed to have stepped out of a portrait, so unreal in his beauty...
"Bei Jun," Bai Ze said coldly, his voice indifferent, "She... is not someone you can covet."
"Haha!" Bei Jun laughed wildly twice.
At that moment, a fierce wind rose, his dark hair wildly dancing, the man's laughter arrogant and filled with pride.
"Not someone I can covet? And what about you?" Bei Jun lowered his gaze, dark golden eyes fixated firmly on that handsome face, "Can you say you've never longed for her?"
Bai Ze looked up at Bei Jun, speaking softly, "No! I only wish for her happiness, that is enough. Longing has never existed, because I know she does not belong to me. In this world, the only person who can stand by her side, hand in hand, is that man..."
