"They really look so mighty. Ah, those few behind him, they must be his brothers, they all look so good-looking!" Qiu Lan shrieked excitedly, her face filled with adoration.
It was as if she had seen a pile of gold and silver jewelry, and her blood boiled with excitement.
Qiu Ruyue followed the direction of her pointing and, sure enough, saw a group of people riding horses, escorted by guards, heading toward the temple.
The man walking at the forefront, probably in his early twenties, had a distinct profile with a handsome face and a resolute expression.
In that moment, Qiu Ruyue suddenly thought that he was very good-looking, more so than the several beautiful brothers behind him.
In her mind, a man should look like this, manly, not prettier than a woman to be considered attractive.
Thinking of her own fiancé, He Jingran, whom she had met only a few times, a young man with a gentle and shy appearance, Qiu Ruyue suddenly found him not so attractive.
