C56 Mr Yu

When Qingchen stepped out, she was greeted by a serene scene: a man in white calmly sipping tea, his clothes fluttering in the breeze as if he might drift away. Sunlight kissed his face, giving his skin a translucent, jade-like glow. Her heart skipped a beat—was he some kind of ethereal being or was it magic that made her lose her composure?

“Hmm, very nice, very clean