For some reason, whenever Mo Jun saw him, she felt like he was someone with a story.
And there was always a melancholic, lost aura about him...
Moreover, she always felt that he was no ordinary person; apart from his looks, his temperament was definitely unique.
Ordinary people simply didn't possess his kind of charisma.
But why had he become what he was now, and who had ruined his face?
As Mo Jun was pondering this, Lin Feng suddenly exclaimed, "Young Master Hua has come out!"
Mo Jun and Zhan Sheng looked in the direction of Hua Ling—
What they saw, however, was a woman in ancient red attire with a graceful figure.
With each step she took, as if birthing lotuses beneath her feet, her long skirt flowed elegantly, her every move full of charm.
Beneath the red veil, her features were indistinct, her skin was fair, and her eyes sparkled like cut water, brimming with radiance.