"It's been a while, Kui."
As the words fell, a clear face finally revealed itself completely in front of Deng.
It was the face of a young man. Black hair draped down, and beneath the bangs lay two sharp sword-like eyebrows. Though his eyes were tightly closed, his past charisma was still evident.
He had a high nose bridge and distinct lip line, with fair skin that neither appeared delicate nor feminine, but rather radiated the unique freshness and decisiveness of youth. He seemed to be in his early twenties, strikingly handsome unlike any other—more captivating than many women, yet losing none of the masculine grace and dignity.
This was precisely how Yun Tiankui looked in his youth, the way he appeared on that first meeting in the wilderness, the way he looked as they sat around a bonfire discussing ideals—the time when he had yet to be enveloped by power and obsession, his gaze filled purely with gentleness.
