The man's features were as deep and distinct as if carved by a knife, with his sword-like eyebrows slanting sharply and his eyes like stars, but cold as if dipped in ice. This exaggerated beauty was softened, drawing focus to his imposing aura.
He walked slowly, exuding a commanding presence, as if the air around him had solidified. The light cast shadows on his well-defined face, emphasizing his lofty brow and nose, straight like a blade, exceedingly handsome yet demanding attention.
His aura was so forceful that it made people want to step back.
"Wow... so handsome!"
"Incredibly handsome, I've never seen such a handsome man!"
"Does someone like him really exist in real life? He's even more attractive than a celebrity!"
"He's a gem, suddenly every star on TV seems dull and ordinary!"
"Ahhh, he's totally my type! This is exactly my type!!"
Everyone turned to the excited young girl, "Is this what you call handsome?"
"Uh-huh." The girl nodded eagerly like a pecking chick.
