Su Xin Yu was startled. She was not the one he was supposed to welcome, but Li Ming Hao. But this young king had not even looked at the man in the carriage. She took a proper glance at him. From head to toe, he was blue.
His hair was blue, even his long eyelashes and eyebrows were of pale blue color. His very seductive doe eyes were blue as well. His full red lips were More than that, he had worn blue garments too. It seemed like the three clans had their own dedicated colors to them. Han tribe was white, Ru was blue and she had yet to encounter anyone from Ma clan.
This young king was standing there waiting for her. Not to make him awkward or angry, Su Xin Yu had no choice but to take his hand. As soon as she touched it, an electric current went through her body.
"Oh?" the young king immediately receded his hand, shaking it violently, as if he felt the same.