The man wore a dark suit with a black shirt underneath, the top two buttons fastened, giving him a tall and handsome stature.
With the face of an immortal, both handsome and cold, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Hidden behind those lenses were his narrow, deep-set eyes, exuding a refined, ascetic demeanor that carried an aloof pride and a sense of distance from the mundane world.
The stark contrast between the fresh red roses and the black suit made it impossible for Jiang Jiu to look away.
She didn't even realize that her steps had quickened considerably, as she jogged over to Jiang Siyan's side, "Why are you here, and with flowers too?"
This was the first time Jiang Siyan had ever formally presented her with roses.
He handed her the flowers with a faint smile on his face, "I wanted to see you, so I came over."
Jiang Jiu took the flowers and sniffed them, "They're so beautiful."
"Where's your man?"
