Sang Luo carefully studied the young man before her. The last time she saw him, he had been in such a wretched state she could barely tell he was human. Now, having been cleaned up and dressed properly, his originally handsome and refined features were revealed.
Half of his face was disfigured, though she didn't know how he'd been injured. The other half was exquisitely beautiful. Unfortunately, his face was too gaunt, and he carried an air of lowliness and depression, like a flower bud that had failed to blossom.
Sang Luo stared blankly at the unmarred side of his face. 'He really is Yan's relative. Their faces are so similar, though this young man's is more youthful. Their temperaments, however, are completely different...'
"Thank you for saving me, Princess." Perhaps because the atmosphere was too silent, Yun Qi was the first to speak.
"Oh? A sincere thank you? Or just empty flattery?" She sat in the main seat, her voice tinged with sarcasm.
