His aura was so overwhelming that just a hint of it made the surrounding air grow heavy.
As he walked toward her step by step through the dim light and shadow, his clothes fluttered without wind, like raven feathers unfurling, bringing with them an unseeable force that seemed to part the dense mist around him.
He walked extremely slowly, each step seeming not to quite touch the ground.
His footsteps made no sound, yet Su Muyao's heartbeat quickened with each step he took.
As he drew closer, his silhouette became more distinct—a solitary peak-like shoulder line, a neatly tapered waistline, and the black fabric outlined a smooth, powerful silhouette, yet with a kind of nonchalant allure, like a night rose—dangerous, but captivating.
Su Muyao seemed to feel his presence, trying to pierce the light and shadow to see his true form.
