"Fan Tian was as handsome as polished jade, with an extraordinary bearing."
That was the beautiful Xuan Yi's first impression of him.
His white robes outshone snow, and his figure stood straight as a pine. His brows carried the sharp spirit unique to youth, yet he lacked none of its composure. His bright, piercing eyes were especially striking, black as ink, as though they could see through a person's heart. Though his face still held a trace of boyishness, it brimmed with confidence and vibrant energy. One glance at him felt like bathing in a spring breeze.
The beautiful woman could not help thinking of someone.
Yao Chen in his youth.
The man who had been dead for who knew how many years, yet whom she still missed day and night, his memory carved into her very bones.
Back then, Yao Chen had been just as spirited, just as fond of watching her with smiling eyes, as though nothing in the world could compare to the little cinnabar mark between her brows.
Memories surged like a tide. Xuan Yi unwittingly fell into a trance, her beautiful eyes fixed on Fan Tian before her, forgetting how long she had been staring at him.
"Ahem, thank you for the pill, miss. My name is Fan Tian. May I ask your name?"
Seeing the beautiful woman stare straight at him without so much as blinking, Fan Tian muttered inwardly, though his expression did not change in the slightest.
"Hmm?"
Xuan Yi's lashes trembled slightly. Beneath her fair cheeks, her lips parted, and a soft, almost moaning hum slipped out without her realizing it. The sound was faint and gentle, yet it brushed the tip of Fan Tian's heart like a feather, making his breath catch.
Then, seeming to come back to herself, she