Su Qingyue looked at Xiao Yuchuan in front of her, his features well-defined, with clear angles, a high-bridge nose, and a pair of dark, bright eyes that inadvertently revealed a sharpness no one could overlook.
He was dressed in purple robes, with his black hair tied up with a jade crown at the top, and a thin chiffon coat of the same color accompanying the luxurious clothing, exuding a hint of restraint amidst the grandeur.
More than five years had passed, his appearance hadn't changed much, only becoming more mature, and he now seemed even more profound.
Su Qingyue looked at the familiar yet stranger-like man before her, feeling a complex emotion pass in her heart, but her face showed no expression.
Xiao Yuchuan's facial expression was very indifferent, showing no emotion at seeing each other after a long time, nor any other unnecessary feelings, as if looking at a stranger, not even evaluating Su Qingyue, seemingly not that interested.
The afternoon sun was blazing.
