The man had just stepped down from the car, dressed in a black suit.
The suit accentuated his already tall and slender frame, making it even more upright and smooth. His shoulders were straight, and his lips held a languid curve, exuding a wild yet charming aura. His peach blossom eyes were subtly smiling, radiating a mature yet restrained air.
A suit that was both formal and unruly, it was her first time seeing him in one.
Indeed, he possessed a superior and noble demeanor, like a stray noble young master of a prominent family, with an air both aloof and unrestrained.
The night was dark, and the neon lights behind him cast shadows on his face. In the play of light and dark, he slowly lifted his eyes.
Looking straight at her.
For some reason, Song Yi felt a touch of panic, wanting to avert her gaze but fearing it would seem too deliberate, so she forced herself to meet his eyes.
