The Familiar Mirage High

The sounds surrounding her vanished, and Ning Meng stared at the screen of the eBook where there was a drawing of a cool, icy man. She felt suffocated. Every stroke, every line, was familiar. The details of the whole drawing and the coloring style were all her usual pattern.

And that man… had a handsome alluring face that was accompanied by a pair of slightly weary indifferent eyes, almost as though nothing in this world could excite him. He was clad in a school uniform and had frail shoulders, but he did not seem weak. A long shadow was cast from his slender body.

Although it was just a drawing, his temperaments were vaguely familiar. Almost like… a younger Huo Beichen!