In Little Xuanzi's eyes was a faint fear.
The figure hanging in the sky was clad in a red robe, with ink-black hair cascading down his back, a face of delicate features, and he resembled a fiercely blooming peach blossom, peerlessly elegant.
A pair of narrow Phoenix Eyes, bright as stars, were drawn with a sweep of light pink at the corners, further highlighting his wicked charm.
Feng Yueya furrowed his brows in confusion.
He referred to himself as "this prince". Could he be a Prince?
Was this place a Prince Manor then?
Giving the man in the sky a closer look, Feng Yueya realized his face seemed somehow familiar.
Where had he seen him before?
The man in the sky gave Feng Yueya a glance with his indifferent and frosty eyes, and then looked at the Xuan Fox on her shoulder.
Feeling his gaze, Little Xuanzi instinctively shrank his neck.
