Sheng Tianze stood ramrod straight before the floor-to-ceiling window, hands in his pockets, a pair of fluffy White Tiger ears atop his head.
Behind him, an equally fluffy White Tiger tail hung lazily, touching the floor. The tip twitched unconsciously with every breath he took.
A gentle breeze blew in, causing the hem of his heavy, white clothing to flutter lightly.
With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, he looked as though he had stepped right out of a comic book.
The breeze stirred the sheer curtains, and a ray of golden sunlight poured in, bathing him in its glow.
His long, wavy golden hair shimmered brilliantly in the light.
The curtains fell back into place, and his figure was once again submerged in their shadow.
The interplay of light and shadow split the man's magnificent form in two: one half, dazzling and noble in the sunlight; the other, disappointed and lonely in the darkness.
He stood there quietly, lost in thought.
