The man's sigh was gentle and tender, laced with a mix of helplessness and affection, yet it also carried a faint undertone of hurt and displeasure.
'How could you be angry with me because of someone else?' it seemed to say.
And yet, amidst that sigh, Gu Xi grew calm.
"Why can't I be angry?" she asked, looking up into the void.
In the void, faint wisps of ink that had been floating in the air began to twist and merge. They unfurled slowly, like a traditional ink wash scroll, until at last, the figure of a man gradually materialized before Gu Xi's eyes.
The man was tall and appeared somewhat gaunt, but his face was so handsome it defied all imagination.
But the face was completely unfamiliar. Gu Xi froze for a second. "This is what you really look like?"
"Don't you like it?" The man of ink smiled gently. His features began to reassemble, quickly morphing into the face Gu Xi remembered.
A face Ye Xin had once jokingly called the epitome of a pretty boy.
