The stage was conspicuously set up.
It stood right in the center of the street.
The stage wasn't very high, only about two meters above the ground.
Climbing the steps to the stage, Xiao Fei walked to stand beside the host.
The beautiful hostess, holding a microphone, lifted her gaze to Xiao Fei, her eyes sparkling like stars.
Even from afar, she had already sensed Xiao Fei's uniquely extraordinary aura, like plum blossoms defying the snow—calm and steadfast in the face of any chaos. This otherworldly demeanor made her single him out with just one glance amidst the bustling crowd.
However, when Xiao Fei stepped onto the stage and stood beside her,
the hostess realized she had underestimated him.
"Flawless skin, like jade."
This phrase, typically reserved for describing beautiful women, seemed not the least bit discordant when applied to him.
His skin was flawless, like porcelain, his features painted with delicate precision, and his bone structure strikingly well-defined.
