The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his figure casting a long shadow under the afterglow of the setting sun. He leaned against the doorway, his black hair cascading messily, exuding laziness and a sense of unrestraint. His pure eyes gazed at the girl inside the room, his handsome face lit with a pleasing smile.
It had to be said, Zi Qianjing was indeed very handsome, and his facial features bore an uncanny resemblance to Ye Wuchen, though their temperaments were not the same.
One was devilishly charming like Shura, while the other was lazy and casual, yet he did not lose an air of nobility...
"I've come to bid you farewell," Zi Qianjing's eyes shimmered slightly as he smiled softly, "this time, I need to leave for a while."
"You're leaving?"
Mu Ruyue looked up at the man at the door, and for some reason, a feeling of reluctance surged within her...
Even she didn't know why she felt so reluctant to see this man leave.
