Huangfu Huazhang also turned his head, his gaze landing on Shi Nian's face.
Shi Nian looked at the newcomer.
The local robe, originally jade white, had turned ivory due to dust. He wore the local headscarf, wrapped long from his head, almost covering his entire face, leaving only a pair of distinctly proud eyes. In this anxious and uneasy afternoon, his gaze was bright like a cold spring, dissolving the thirst in her heart.
His seemingly casual glance, like the splendid rise of a phoenix tail, left one feeling overwhelmed at that moment.
She sighed softly within, secretly praising: Truly handsome.
Yet she smiled calmly under Huangfu Huazhang's scrutiny, showing no unusual expression, merely nodded lightly to the newcomer as a greeting.
Huangfu Huazhang was quite surprised, hurriedly turning to look at Tang Yanqing.
