Ye Qingyan felt that since he traveled through time and came to the Southern Dynasty, everyone's attitude towards him was normal. Only the taciturn second prince looked at him like a wolf looking at its prey, which made him feel chills down his back. "I often dream of a person. He is holding the wooden hairpin that I have lost long ago and stroking it over and over again." "The eyes seem to be looking at me, but also like looking through me into the distance." "I can't see his face clearly..."
Intention: Beauty is created
