"Invisible wings." Qin Shu cupped Fu Tingyu's face with her dainty hands. "You are my invisible wings. Never have you failed to come to my aid in times of need."
He listened, utterly gobsmacked by her words.
Resting her chin on his shoulder, she whispered languidly, "I remember when we first met. The first thought that crossed my mind was: how could anyone look so good in this world?"
In his presence, the sun dimmed and grew pale, becoming a shadow against his august beauty. He was an adonis made flesh, a man of perfect masculinity that shone brighter than any star in the sky.
Fu Tingyu immersed himself in his memories, seemingly lost in the fragments of his past. There were a pitiful number of instances he could truly call beautiful. He could not comprehend how Qin Shu viewed him with such ardour.
"Am I really so handsome in your eyes?" he asked hesitantly, doubt lacing his voice.
