He lowered his head, and a few strands of hair blown by the wind fell down, covering his brows. Under the illumination of the dim fire in the room, the long eyelashes cast a thick shadow under the eyes. The eyebrows that flew into the temples were looming under the cover of messy bangs. Under the high and straight bridge of the nose was a slightly pursed, somewhat delicate lips, pink, like the color of Begonia petals.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp, and his beautiful black eyes with cold light looked at Zhao Huaian who was staring at him. The sharp gaze seemed to penetrate Zhao Huaian's insides at once, seeing it clearly. Zhao Huaian quickly lowered his head and subconsciously raised the wine cup to cover up his gaffe. But when he brought the wine cup closer, he realized that it was actually empty.