Sending More Resentment to the Cold Pool

In the instant he turned around, Chu Xu got a clear look at his face.

Clean.

That was the first word that came to Chu Xu's mind.

Not the kind of polished refinement that came from deliberate grooming, but a freshness that seemed to rise from deep within.

His short hair curled slightly, with a few loose strands resting casually against his brow, setting off a face so fair it was almost translucent.

His brows were elegantly defined, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly. His eyes were clear and deep, like a stream flowing through the mountains, pure but unfathomable.

His nose was high-bridged, his lips thin, yet their natural curve turned slightly upward. Even without smiling, he seemed to have a touch of warmth about him.

There was something special about his presence, like a spring breeze carrying the scent of ink as it swept toward you, making you feel inexplicably at ease.

Some men are born with a certain bearing. It isn't flashy handsomeness, but an elegance refined over time.

As he moved through the crowd, his steps were calm and unhurried. Even the hem of his coat, fluttering as he walked, seemed to follow an artistic rhythm.

Chu Xu fell for him...

Theme: Alternate-universe modern setting, some angst, rekindled love, and a man chasing his wife after losing her.