He seemed to have lost a bit of weight.
Mu Yiliang inexplicably had this feeling.
Wherever he stood, that place became the center and focus of the entire gathering, and everyone's gaze involuntarily fell on him, yet his demeanor was aloof, as if he existed in a world of his own, unapproachable by anyone.
Under the flowing light, the man's face was perfectly enchanting, his dark eyes and smiling lips still unable to conceal his cool and distant aura.
However, that melancholic and deep background music seemed to have ceased.
Mu Yiliang was somewhat dazed.
The man looked the same as before, yet something about him seemed to have changed profoundly, making him familiar yet strange to her.
No, she had never been familiar with him. It was truly inexplicable.
Thinking of this, she lowered her head and took another sip of fruit wine.
