\nNing Shu was wondering when she saw a man in red beside Song Xihan. He was dressed in ancient era style red clothes, and his hair was loose.
His hands were slightly tucked in the sleeves, and his temperament was naturally outstanding, inducing awe in others.
His brows slanted into the temples, his eyes glimmered with lights. His features were perfect, as if painted by a master.
He was like a man who had come out of a painting, crossing the millenniums of history. With nobility ingrained in his bones, he seemed to be as suave as the talents of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
His red garment was like fire, which made him appear unruly and romantic.
Ning Shu squinted and felt her eyes were burning from the blazing red robe.
This man was Feng Yin, whose every move was distinguished and every word was elegant.
He truly had an unmatched magnificent style and peerless beauty.