At a charity dinner in late autumn, Lin Xiyue stepped on glass slippers and walked through the crowd, and ran into the corridor of the top-level box filled with mellow aroma. The man sat on the floor leaning against the wall, his black suit stained with wine, but it did not impair his dignity at all. The streetlight passed through the carved window lattice, casting a sharp shadow on his jawline. His eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, and even the red ends of his eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.
"Sir?" She handed over the handkerchief, and her fingertips inadvertently touched his warm wrist. When the man raised his eyes, his amber pupils were filled with broken halos, and his Adam's apple rolled as he whispered "Thank you."
That night, the Lin family villa exploded. "I want to marry him!" Lin Xiyue sat on the carpet holding a pillow and shaking her parents' arms. "It's more beautiful than the statue of David in the gallery!" But she couldn't even call him by name. She only remembered the dark pattern of the custom-made suit and the ink jade beads on her wrist.
