In the carriage, Rong Ling no longer paid attention to her, leaning lightly against the wall and closing his eyes in thought.
Feng Qing felt bitterly troubled, gazing at the man lost in thought not far from her. Watching him, she forgot her own worries.
She became engrossed in admiring the Prince Regent's grace. Truth be told, the Prince Regent deserved to be Dayan's most handsome man, with his exquisite looks akin to those of dragons and phoenixes, exuding an innate nobility in every subtle movement. Even leaning lightly against the carriage wall, resting with eyes slightly closed, he could make the entire carriage come alive with charm.
Such exquisite features, if transported to the era she once lived in, would be akin to those of a superstar.
Feng Qing was deeply moved, when suddenly, the man resting on the couch opened his dark eyes, and in an instant, a brilliant radiance flickered, breathtakingly attractive.
