Xia Ruqing caught sight of Zhao Junyao in an instant.
He was clad in a black mink cloak threaded with gold, wearing a white jade headpiece with a dragon motif, and on his feet, black boots adorned with dark purple cloud patterns.
He possessed a tall and statuesque figure, fingers like polished jade, eyebrows like sharp mountain peaks, and lips as finely sculpted as if by a master carver.
At that moment, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, he was strolling down the path in the plum grove, slowly approaching her.
His cloak billowed with his steps, rippling in the wind like water.
His figure, seen from behind, stood firm as a mighty mountain range, substantial yet dashing.
Every gesture he made exuded the nobility and grace of an emperor; he was like a man who had stepped directly out of a painting.
With just one look, Xia Ruqing froze on the spot.
So handsome, just far too handsome...
Beyond 'handsome,' she couldn't conjure any other words to describe him.
