They said Jiangnan's misty rain swept across the city, but when fine snow drifted over secluded paths and broken bridges, the bitterly cold city seemed to have become ancient Gusu overnight.
A light frost covered white walls and dark roof tiles, while red lanterns in the lanes gathered flecks of icy jade.
Cheng Yue held an oil-paper umbrella painted with an ink landscape, his red hair especially striking amid the blanket of silver and white.
Of course, what drew the most attention was still his handsome, finely sculpted face.
Even his trendy, stylish outfit seemed to serve only as a backdrop for his exceptional looks.
Just when people thought meeting one handsome man in this vast world was rare enough, the paper umbrella tilted, revealing another extraordinarily handsome face.
Ji Huaijin wore a dark green overcoat, with a shirt layered over a fitted black top underneath. His crisp, straight-cut trousers encased his long legs.
His bespoke leather shoes stepped onto the stairs. Snowflakes settled silently on them, then melted away.
It was as though they were reluctant to disturb this ethereal immortal descended to earth.
Even though Cheng Yue woke up to that face every day, its beauty still left him momentarily dazed.
He could scarcely imagine how much effort Ji Huaijin's students had to expend every class to suppress the impact of that face and let knowledge claim the high ground in their minds.
Luckily, he had graduated early. Of course, he could never have gotten into one of the nation's top universities anyway.
He would leave that sort of suffering to the high-IQ crowd. His only job was to enjoy a sweet romance with Professor Ji.
Seeing the faintly lecherous smile on his lips, Ji Huaijin took the umbrella from him and asked, "What are you so pleased