Tiana Thorne lowered her head and saw his fingers, like polished jade, slender and pale, with skin that was incredibly delicate, except for a small callus on the middle joint of his index finger.
It seemed to be a mark left from holding a pen for a long time.
For some reason, upon seeing these hands, a strange feeling suddenly surged within her heart.
Especially these hands, they were probably the most perfect hands she had ever seen on a man, more beautiful than a woman's hands, yet retaining the distinct bones a man should have.
In a daze, she recalled a moment from her past life where her benefactor reached out to her countless times.
Identical to the hands of the man in front of her.
She gently swallowed as the man straightened his body, their eyes meeting, and upon seeing his face, her heart skipped a beat.
He looked exactly like her benefactor from her past life.
This man could completely be described by the phrase, "handsome and ethereal."
