After a sigh, Yu Mingche slowly sat up. His limbs moved normally. His body was still long-limbed and well-proportioned; only, his muscle definition had not yet returned to its former perfect state.
He was dressed in a water-blue robe embroidered with intricate patterns, which lent an air of luxury to the simple garment.
Yu Mingche picked up a mirror from the headboard and studied his reflection. His medium-length, chestnut-brown hair fell softly around his face. His dark, enchanting fox-like eyes were deep and mysterious, sparkling as if filled with starlight whenever they moved.
Flawless, pale skin, vibrant red lips, a high-bridged nose, and a defined jawline... his face was the same as ever.
