Zhu Xiang stood elegantly in a corner. Though he was quietly stationed there, his charm was undeniable, as he carried himself with the pride and grace of a bamboo.
Many girls stole glances at him from time to time but dared not approach. Just like they admired Qiao Si from a distance, they maintained their space—one exuded a refined elegance that seemed too pure to be sullied, while the other was cold and aloof to the point of inaccessibility.
Both men were paragons of desirability, the kind the girls wished for but could never have, so they could only watch from afar.
Zhu Xiang's gaze remained fixed on the girl in the black dress. He watched her walk hand in hand with another man; they appeared so well-matched, as if they were meant to be together by destiny.
If that were the case, what was the purpose of his own millennium-long wait in the Void?
