The young man's features were exquisitely pure; his azure eyes were like a deep sea area, his nose high and jade-like, his lips curved in a beautiful arc, the color pale and gentle.
Especially that head of slightly wavy blond hair—under the caress of sunlight, it seemed even more dazzling and brilliant.
The varicolored flower crown hanging amidst his blond hair seemed to soften his devastatingly beautiful face, dimming that hint of cold danger.
For a moment, it was as if she'd slipped back to those memories of years ago, to the Prince of Sea Country she knew best.
Shen Tang herself went a little dazed; the sour ache buried in the deepest part of her heart spread again, and her fingertips trembled.
Afraid the man opposite would notice her abnormality, she turned her face slightly aside, pretending to look at the scenery.
