We Met at My Most Beautiful Moment

“Su Xin, which man did you go entertain today?”

Su Xin stiffened. Before she could react, someone slammed her hard against the wall.

She looked up and saw the man before her. His face was so handsome it could take any woman’s breath away, but his eyes were utterly lifeless.

Yan Sichen was once the Yan family’s most favored young master. But five years ago, in the battle over the inheritance, he lost his sight and became a useless man mocked by everyone.

Though he couldn’t see, Yan Sichen’s senses were still astonishingly sharp. He grabbed Su Xin and tore open her clothes.

“What are you wearing?” The man’s long, bony fingers traced over Su Xin’s body, his voice growing more disgusted. “Do you have to dress like this to serve men out there?”