Originally, finding a man without clothes in a cave should have sent her screaming and running away. However, perhaps it was because good looks equate to justice – the man looked over in slight surprise, his face illuminated warmly by the firelight, flames dancing in his pupils, making him look irresistibly handsome, almost otherworldly.
Born and raised in the village, and barely visited the town, in the seventeen years of Chiang Qingzhu's life, she had only seen the daily dull and grim faces covered in dust and the wear of the elements, used to the coarseness of the rural villagers and had never seen a man so fair and handsome.
She had never seen such clear eyes either.
In any case, she was so spellbound that she didn't leave.
"Are you here to take shelter from the rain?" the man asked, his voice so appealing that it made Chiang Qingzhu's ears tingle.
