Wine
A man dressed in white brocade with gold-colored clouds approached slowly. He was tall, lean, had broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. When he moved, a dark light seemed to be flowing on the hem of his clothes.
The sun was high, yet there seemed to be a layer of cold air lingering on his body, surrounding him. He looked like an unattainable snowy mountain peak.
A pair of saber-like eyebrows slanted toward his temple. His nose was straight, and his eyes sparkled like the stars in the Milky Way on a beautiful night. One could easily lose themself just by looking into his eyes.
His scarlet lips' curves were perfect. It added warmth to the somewhat thin lips with the bead in the middle.
The man's eyes resembled the world's most tranquil and brilliant starry night, while his lips had the colors of intimacy and seduction. He was warm as jade, yet cold and noble. The aloofness between his eyebrows made one yearn for him subconsciously.