The wheelchair came out of the palanquin and landed steadily on the ground covered with leaves.
In that instant, it was as if the world had lost its color.
The man was dressed in a crescent white robe. His black hair was like smoke, and his exquisite face hid the charm of spring flowers and autumn moons. A drop of red cinnabar was on his moon-like forehead.
Feng Chuge looked at the man in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Her legs were inconvenient, and there was a touch of cinnabar between her eyebrows…
This... If he wasn't wrong, he would be the fourth most handsome man on the continent, Lan Junao!
"Young Master, why did you come down?" When the man called Ling saw his master alighting from the carriage, he was immediately surprised. "I'll chase away these people who are blocking your way."