It was still that striking silver short hair.
The two black stud earrings on his right ear glimmering faintly.
The sunlight outside was just right, neither dazzling nor overwhelming.
Falling on him, it seemed to cast a faint golden glow.
Like the Sun God, slowly driving forward.
Once again, with a strong and abrupt posture, he barged into her calm and uneventful life.
He was handsome, with striking features.
Those deep green eyes encapsulated the vicissitudes of centuries, possessing a strong and deadly mature charm.
Sinai always wondered why someone like Norton, an old antique, favored such a punk rock style.
But she had to admit, this look suited him exceptionally well.
"Mr. Francis, this is Miss Sinai·Leaangle." Mrs. Charlie was enthusiastic, "Even though Miss Sinai has a cold temperament, she's really nice. You two should get to know each other."
"No need." Norton spoke, "We know each other."
"You know each other?" Mrs. Charlie was taken aback, "Then—"
