Zhao Rong's eyes squinted slightly in the glare of the slanting sunlight.
Therefore, when the person approached with the setting sun behind him, his figure appeared somewhat dim.
However, this young man seemed to have a strange charisma, his looks not outstanding, just fair-skinned, but the smile at the corner of his mouth always made one unconsciously focus on his face.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.
Finally, he saw the newcomer clearly.
He indeed did not recognize him, nor had he seen him before.
The stranger wore a light blue ordinary dress, with a jade ornament hanging from his waist, his attire was simple and elegant, and he wore a headband. Yet it was not meticulous; instead strands of black hair loosely fell out, not well tied.
To Zhao Rong, he looked like someone who had been idling at home for a few days and suddenly had to go out, so he randomly grabbed a headband and tied his hair as he walked.
