For example, the man strolling leisurely toward them up ahead, accompanied by a subordinate and waving a fan, clearly thought he looked dashing.
Xi Muyan was handsome, dressed in white robes, with his habitual gentle smile at the corners of his lips. The fan in his hand, painted with green bamboo, moved unhurriedly.
His entire person exuded an air of refinement and elegance. If they did not know his identity, outsiders would assume he was a learned and cultured gentleman.
Yet through that false facade—even one he himself probably believed—Su Qiao saw the darkness and ambition in his heart.
At first sight of Xi Muyan, she could more or less understand why he had fallen for Su Yuxin. Even knowing that some of her actions were laughably childish, he was still willing to indulge and pamper her.
A truly simple-minded person could sometimes possess a fatal attraction for someone who lived in darkness and whose heart was dark.
Although Su Yuxin was very foolish, she was genuinely simple-minded, with none of those tangled, complicated thoughts in her heart.
When he came closer, Xi Muyan looked at Su Qiao, who was staring at him blankly, and smiled warmly. "Qiao'er, it's already dark. Where are you going? Why didn't you bring a maid with you?"
Su Qiao's eyes flickered. Coming back to herself, she answered succinctly, "Walking off my meal."
Xi Muyan frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed his brows and said with a smile, "I'll accompany you. It isn't very safe here at night."
He was handsome, refined, considerate, and unlike other men, he did not look down on women. No wonder so many noble young ladies wanted to marry him.
It was no wonder even Su Yuxin had unknowingly walked into the tender web he had woven, chosen him instead of