"Silly, give me that stick with the chicken. Go wash your face by the river. It's been so many days, and I still have no idea what you actually look like."
He hesitated for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Okay."
He got up, went to the river, and started washing his face with cupped hands. When he returned and sat down in front of Chloe Marshall, she was utterly dumbfounded.
He had a pair of striking, almond-shaped eyes, a high-bridged nose, alluring red lips, and an exceptionally fair complexion.
It would be no exaggeration to call him bewitchingly handsome. It was just a shame that such a face belonged to a fool.
Chloe Marshall handed the chicken back to him and asked, "Why don't you look much like your mom and dad?"
Silent, he was an ethereal beauty. The moment he spoke, he became a country bumpkin.
"Ma says I was a gift to her from the heavens, so I should look like the heavens."
Chloe Marshall was speechless. 'What kind of logic is that?'
