The man standing amidst the sea of flowers at this moment seemed truly ethereal, like a handsome figure walking out from an ancient scroll.
His short hair was whipped into disarray by the wind.
The sharp, chiseled lines of his face were too far away to make out his features clearly.
But even if they weren't clear, one could feel that deadly, mesmerizing chill emanating from him.
His presence exuded an endless brilliance yet was unusually cold, becoming more sharply chilling in the moonlight.
Without needing to approach, you could already feel the cold air swirling around him, making one hesitant to get closer.
Pure and sanctified, like a white lotus swaying in the wind, standing amidst the sea of flowers, a single touch of white among countless colors—fresh, otherworldly, otherworldly, like an immortal...
What a handsome man! Just the aura he possesses is an existence beyond comparison to ordinary men.
Truly beautiful, with a cold and noble beauty, and, a mysterious age...
