He wears a white bamboo hat and a white robe, without any ink left. An elegant air lingered around him, and the bamboo hat covered his entire face.
But she knew that he must also be wearing a black mask. Even so, he could not conceal the noble aura exuding from his body.
He sat there quietly, the entire luxurious makeup palace and the noisy surroundings became his foil.
What a pair of eyes those are. Black, bright, fresh and natural. With a hint of purity.
She didn't know how she thought of the word pure, but those eyes were as clear as if they had never been exaggerated by the world, like... Like, new leaves.