บท 748: You, Come Over Here

Flurries of mist rolled across the clear blue sky. Numerous shafts of light pierced through the transparent ceiling into the building, staining the air particles and dust white as they danced around Silvan like speckles of stars in the sky. 

He stood straight like an arrow as the morning light cast a surreal halo around his body. The well-pressed uniform fitted him well and did justice to his well-proportioned frame. It caught the light from the sun and flashed like the deep blue sea. 

There was no word in the universe that suited Silvan best. It was as if words had turned pale and fell short in front of this man.

All humans coveted beautiful things; this was a primordial instinct that had been coded into the human gene.