The man was tall and slender, and although the street lamp was too dim and he was standing with his back to the light, making his face indiscernible, even from the side, one could see his unusually deep and resolute facial features.
He was also dressed in a suit, pure black in color, which seemed to blend completely with the surrounding night, not eerie but rather exuding a noble-like, profound melancholy. Paired with his somewhat composed facial expression, he truly resembled a medieval noble from Northern Europe—aristocratic, haughty, yet irresistibly captivating.
However, looking at this man's profile, he was...
"William?" Jian Anning stood next to Yu Zexiao, somewhat surprised. Since the trip to the hot spring hotel, William had not shown up for quite a while. Not only that, but he hadn't even made a phone call—of course, she didn't know that it was because Yu Zexiao had blocked him.
