This was Huo Jingtang, whose eyes had lost all warmth, once so icy and aloof.
This was a son who had lost his beloved, lost his emotions.
When Qin Yucen arrived in Florence, Italy, she was welcomed by a friend of Huo Jingfan named Kevin Smith.
He was of Chinese-Italian-French descent, which made him strikingly handsome, especially his eyes that resembled the clearest green crystals, mesmerizing Qin Yucen. His smile was particularly charming. Perhaps it was a common trait among artistic men to keep shoulder-length hair, thinned out fashionably. To exaggerate, he was like a walking peach blossom tree, having enchanted too many girls.
"You are the Miss Qin Yucen Jingfan mentioned?" Kevin Smith carefully sized her up upon seeing Qin Yucen.
