Under the light, his fingers were pale and slender, like the well-kept hands of a young master from an official family.
The man was dressed all in black. Jiang Xian was tall for a woman, but he was a good half a head taller than her, about the same height as the Emperor. 'This man is supposed to be good at hiding, a "gentleman on the beams?" If he hung from the ceiling, he'd be a beam himself.'
A silken sash cinched a narrow waist, accentuating his tall, straight posture.
His features weren't exceptionally handsome. He emerged expressionlessly, his aura clear and cool like an ice sculpture in summer—transparent, yet radiating a faint chill. He had monolids, with narrow and deep-set eyes, a high-bridged nose, and thin lips.
It was hard to say if he was handsome or not. He just had a forgettable face, but his eyes were clean and sharp, and they were currently gazing at her in a daze...
"Ahem."
Jiang Xian cleared her throat. Deep down, she was quite pleased.
