That natural elegance made him look more like a noble.
He is neither white nor black, but the obscure boundary between black and white.
There was a slight hint of paleness in the dark brown skin, as if too much milk had been mixed into the coffee. It looked warm, but also had a hint of coolness.
The long eyelashes cast trembling shadows on his thin face, and his light gray eyes were dreamy.
It was obvious that he was a mixed race and had every advantage in appearance.
He is beautiful.
Who says that the adjective "beautiful" shouldn't be used for men? His elegant and delicate facial features, slender and well-proportioned body, and delicate and smooth skin are all beautiful. They are so beautiful that they make me feel inferior and make me jealous.
But he was hiding in the darkness and could not get out of the haze.
Looking at him, my heart felt really heavy, as if I was at peace, but in fact, it was absolute sinking.
Falling into this night, this wind, this ruthless world.
Can't end, never end.
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