Amid the dawn's rosy glow, he finally turned around.
His purple beast skin clothes billowed, revealing an androgynous face.
His features were as if meticulously painted, the outer corners of his eyes tilting up slightly, sketching an air of effortless elegance.
Slender lashes half-veiled his deep purple irises, like a fine mist suffused in twilight.
A charming, curled lock of purple hair fell, hovering just above the straight bridge of his nose. It created a gentle curve, casting a faint shadow as a subtle fragrance wafted around him.
Despite standing in a foul-smelling swamp, he was like a lush blossom on the verge of falling from its branch, carrying with him an intoxicating fragrance.
Evangeline's gaze fell upon him. She tilted her head slightly, a soft sigh rising in her heart.
'He really is one of the male leads. He's even more handsome than I remember from the original owner's memories.'
