In the second their eyes met, the original passage from the novel automatically surfaced in Ji Ting's mind.
"Anyone who saw Ling Xi's face would sigh that Nuwa had played favorites. His skin was fairer than snow, his hair black as ink, and his features as vividly beautiful as flowers in their fullest bloom. Yet he had been born with an air of fragility, lending that striking beauty an indescribably delicate grace."
"As though spring had been planted in the world, stars gathered from his eyes, and ten thousand flowers kissed with a lowered head."
The book often devoted lengthy passages to describing its original bottom's appearance, and Ji Ting often struggled to understand them, like that line about ten thousand flowers.
But at this very moment, looking at Ling Xi in person, he suddenly felt he understood a little.
Especially those eyes. They seemed filled with scattered stars, making anyone who saw them forget the mundane world.
Liao Kai stood beside Ji Ting. He glanced at the Second Young Master's dazed expression, then at Young Master Ling below, and a thought suddenly popped into his head: We're doomed.
But no sooner had the thought emerged than he frowned. The Second Young Master had always been hopelessly fond of Young Master Ling, so there hardly seemed to be anything to be doomed about.
Seeing Ji Ting stare at him without blinking, Ling Xi's smile took on a hint of helplessness. "Are you going to make me keep craning my neck to talk to you?"
He had barely finished when a teasing voice rang out. "I think Xiao Ting's mind went blank the moment he saw you, and he forgot everything else."
As the voice rang out, Ji Shize came into their view.
His eyes were full of teasing as he