The person was not dressed in a suit, but in a costume resembling that of ancient attire.
Neither did he have short hair like ordinary people; his long hair was tied up with a headband, which gave him a different kind of charm.
Hua Yanli's skin was very pale, as if he seldom went outdoors, and you could even see the blue veins on the back of his hands.
He had a high nose bridge, and his eyes were filled with a cold demeanor, as if there was nothing in this world that he cared about.
As Ji Yao made her way through the crowd, Hua Yanli happened to turn his head as well.
In that instant, when their eyes met, it felt as if there were no bustling crowd between them. For some reason, with just that one glance, Ji Yao felt she could see an emotion beyond the coldness in his eyes, though she couldn't quite describe what it was.
But it was just a moment, and Hua Yanli's gaze moved away, as if everything that had just happened was merely Ji Yao's illusion.