Good-looking?
Just like that?
The academy disciples in the square were all somewhat dumbfounded.
Senior Sister Li liked someone simply because he was good-looking?
Such a simple, shallow reason?
But when it came to looks, there were countless handsome men among the four academies!
Especially those leading Senior Disciple Brothers, who possessed both looks and bearing, each one a refined young master like a bright moon hanging in the heavens.
Just how good-looking was the person Senior Sister Li held in her heart, that he could eclipse every disciple in the entire academy by himself?
"Good-looking."
At the spot closest to Dengtian Pavilion, Shen Yue, the academy's Senior Disciple Brother dressed in white, quietly repeated those two words after hearing Li Qingwan's response.
As one of the leading figures of the four academies, Shen Yue had never lacked admirers. Several noble families in Chongtian City had even sent people to propose marriage to him.
But because he was devoted to the Dao, he had never accepted anyone.
He had once believed that his Dao heart was strong enough, that he would not be affected by such trivial matters of romance between men and women.
Yet that thought had quietly crumbled on the day he first met Li Qingwan.
Shen Yue still remembered the scene of their meeting.
A rainy day, a white paper umbrella, and a mountain path shrouded in gray mist.
With a careless glance back, the moment their gazes met, he felt as though the dark, dreary world before him had been illuminated in an instant.
"May I ask, Senior Brother, is Chengtian Academy up this road?"
That was the first sentence Li Qingwan had spoken to him.
From then on, whenever his mind wandered, that graceful figure in blue would appear in Shen Yue's thoughts.
After Li