Perhaps because he had been caught in the rain, Gu Huai's complexion seemed paler, as if shrouded in a layer of thin mist from the deep mountains in the morning.
The slightly damp strands of hair, his thin lips, and particularly those eyes that seemed boundlessly enchanting when filled with mirth—lacking the usual clear and refined aura of an immortal, instead gave him a more devilishly charming feel…
For a moment, Qi Yue felt almost as if her soul had been hooked away.
The intensity of her heartbeat reminded her of the time she had rushed into the rain with Gu Huai, sharing a coat and seeing his long eyelashes up close.
Back then she didn't fully understand what that feeling was, but now, having experienced it once more, she suddenly realized that she was clearly…
Enthralled by his attractiveness…
What did Gu Huai mean by that?
All along, Qi Yue had never considered Gu Huai to be just a person.