If we're talking about looks, within all the people she had met, few could match the sheer perfection of Nangong Jin.
Those features of his weren't an exaggeration to say that they seemed sketched by a top-tier artist, flawlessly crafted without a single blemish to be found.
She wasn't new to handsome men; her three brothers were each impossibly handsome as well, so she had become somewhat numb to good looks.
But she couldn't deny that Nangong Jin's looks could really compete with her brothers'.
Mainly because he was an absolute man with a face so delicate and beautiful it outshone even women's, which made the contrast all the more striking.
And yet, he wasn't the slightest bit effeminate—his features were simply extremely handsome.
She had never seen a man as good-looking as him—to put it bluntly, Nangong Jin wasn't just so handsome it would make your legs buckle, but also the type of man whose mere face could send you into an ecstasy.
