Mu Yiliang felt that this very aspect made him even more charming.
Just like the natural nobility and elegance he exuded, there was also a kind of pride and perseverance in his bones. Perhaps a man like Yan Sijue could be considered a true aristocrat. Although the so-called high society now seems more like a gathering place for the nouveau riche.
But this man insisted on those dignities and elegance that might be scorned by others.
The hardships he endured were all forged into a kind of tranquility and aloofness, making him stronger.
Mu Yiliang suddenly sighed softly.
She knew that she had to leave. Not just leaving S City, but saying a complete goodbye to this man.
Otherwise, she would definitely fall in love with him, not maybe, but definitely.
