Beijing's winter was deep and protracted...
The man who entered my vision was tall and slim; perhaps he had just returned from abroad and misjudged the weather, wearing attire that was rather thin, a neatly buttoned long-sleeve white shirt paired with crisply ironed black trousers.
He was scholarly and clean, exuding a heavy aura of books.
Members of the Jiang Family were all naturally good-looking, and even if their features weren't perfect, their temperament and poise wouldn't be lacking.
This man was no exception, his facial features weren't particularly delicate, not as sharp as Jiang Yanting's, nor as mischievous as Jiang Chengsi's, certainly different from Jiang Jinsang's elegance. He could be described in one word...
Plain!
He had a pair of quite beautiful peach blossom eyes, which could be due to his light attire or perhaps the bright lights, made his face appear somewhat pale. His looks were clearly that of a romantic, yet his lips were thin, cold and icy.
