The man standing at the door looked as if he'd just been fished out of the water; he was soaked from head to toe.
His long white hair was a mess, splayed out behind him. His slightly open white robe was also soaked, clinging tightly to his frame and revealing the fine lines of his muscles. He looked utterly wretched, yet his disheveled state held a certain unspoken allure.
Su Yu's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the eight-pack abs visible beneath his thin, white robe. She glanced away as if she'd seen nothing, her gaze meeting Qi Bai's purple eyes. Frowning, she asked, "How did you end up like this?"
Qi Bai didn't speak. He walked toward Su Yu slowly, step by step.
Shi Wei raised an eyebrow, sitting beside Su Yu without a word. Ren Qing also stood behind her, his eyes watching Qi Bai approach without a ripple of emotion.
Su Yu was bewildered. She asked again, "What's wrong?"
Su Ting glanced at him and spoke up. "He hasn't suffered some kind of blow, has he?"
