Revelation

She had thought so the moment she turned and laid eyes on him, but the longer she looked, the worse it became. The sharp angles of his face, the golden hue of his eyes, the smooth perfection of his skin—everything about him seemed almost too perfect to belong to this world.

The wind carried a few loose strands of his dark hair across his forehead, framing his striking features in a way that made her stomach twist. The sunlight filtering through the cherry blossoms cast dappled shadows on his face, softening the sharpness of his gaze just enough to make him even more breathtaking.

Hua Jing felt her cheeks heat.

What… what kind of man is this?

His presence was overwhelming, like an unseen force pressing down on her. Not in a suffocating way—but in a way that made her hyper-aware of him, of the space between them, of the fact that she was completely alone with him.

And then, she remembered herself.