Even though he had imagined the scene unfolding before him now, he had never thought that seeing Su Zhiruan standing next to another man would be so glaring to his eyes.
It couldn't be denied that the two of them looked very good together. Su Zhiruan was naturally beautiful, and the man standing behind her was tall with a cold and stern look, clear and deep-set eyes, cheeks as sharply defined as if carved by a knife, a prominent nose, and skin white as snow. His demeanor was extraordinary.
The man appeared extremely cold and detached, like a high and mighty god. But his subtle gesture at that moment revealed his contradiction. He reached out his hand, lightly holding onto Su Zhiruan's sleeve, as if he were a child clutching the hem of an adult's clothing, unable to bear letting go. This tender scene made him look particularly jealous.
