The man sat on a luxurious diamond-studded sofa, his gem bow tie adorned with tassels, his long arm casually draped over the armrest.
Long boots, black gloves.
His attire was opulent and meticulously crafted down to the very last stitch.
Each portrait depicted him differently, yet all shared a series of dark and mysterious tones, the nobility of a vampire count.
One could tell that these were the brushstrokes of Li Qiyu; she must have been painting a beloved man, capturing the details so vividly with such a lifelike essence.
Li Qiyu's mind flashed with a vision of that dream, the same essence seeping out blood from bones with its wickedness.
What was horrifying was that the man in the painting had no face.
As if the character designer in a game had forgotten to draw his features...
And yet, this could not hinder his handsomeness, and might even have added an evil charisma to his allure.
What kind of face could match him?