That back figure looked vaguely familiar.
"Di..."
Luo Qianche had just opened her mouth when her voice choked in her throat.
That wild and unrestrained silver-gray hair, cascading all the way to his ankles, was like fine new snow; under the newborn rays of dawn, it rippled ring upon ring, shimmering with light.
Silver hair?
This person wasn't Di Shen.
Only when that man picked up Ling Yue and slowly turned around.
Luo Qianche couldn't help holding her breath; the wind, the morning light, as if everything froze in that instant, and for a moment she ran out of words.
When she first met Di Shen, Luo Qianche had thought he was the creator's most wondrous creation; but only after meeting this man before her did she realize there was still someone in this world who could rival Di Shen.
The man had a pair of violet eyes.
Those eyes were indifferent, aloof, as if nothing in this world could enter them, yet the moment they fell on Ye Lingyue, they changed.
