Early spring sunlight streamed through the glass window into the room, and facing the sun, she saw a man with an extraordinary aura.
The strong light was so intense that she could not open her eyes, and she could only see the man's upright figure bathed in the colorful rays of the sun.
He was wearing a light blue shirt, with the buttons at his chest slightly undone.
Gradually, she adjusted to the strong light and saw his face clearly.
With just one glance, she was so astonished that she covered her mouth with her hand and asked timidly, "Are you Quan Shaoqing?"
That face, it was him.
But in an instant, he looked ten years younger, his hair black as ink, tousled and flying. Beneath his smooth forehead, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes shimmering like waves, deep and cold, as if he were the perfect youth from a painting.
Even when he smiled, the angles of his eyes had a chilling coldness that took one's breath away.
His skin was flawless, nearly identical to hers.