No, it won't.

"What can't you do?"

"I think... it's very difficult to find someone better looking than me." He blinked, revealing a strangely frivolous air about him.

She couldn't refute that statement.

Indeed, it would be very difficult to find someone more handsome than this god-like man.

Feng Guang stared at him for a long time, but he didn't seem embarrassed at all. She was surprised at first, thinking that he wasn't usually such a shameless person. Finally, she stood on the stone bench, leaned forward, and placed her two little hands on his face.

His body stiffened slightly.

She cupped his face in her hands and touched it freely. Her first impression was how good his skin was. Then, she looked into his dark eyes and said with a grin, "You're not so thick-skinned after all. When you said you were pretty, I thought you were a shameless person."

“Miss Xia, your actions are dangerous.” He lowered his eyes slightly, his gentle voice as light as the wind. He raised one hand slightly and placed it on the back of her hand, easily grasping her small hand.

Feng Guang glanced back at her feet. She was indeed still small, and the distance between the stone bench and the floor was quite a distance for her. Therefore, it was true that standing on the bench was a very dangerous action for her.

She thought for a moment, then withdrew her hand from his face and stepped steadily off the stone bench. The feeling of solid ground beneath her feet made her breathe a sigh of relief. She walked to his side, and even though she was standing and he was sitting, she still looked up at him. "You know my name, but I don't even know yours. That's not fair."

"Miss Xia, do you want to know my name because of fairness, or because you simply want to know my name?"

She stroked her chin and thought for a moment, "Is there any difference between these two answers?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no." He lowered his gaze slightly, quietly stroking the head of the white cat that was already asleep on his lap.

"Hmm... I want to know your name." She quickly came up with an answer. "You just promised to be friends with me, so I should know your name, right?"

“Miss Xia is right.” He was truly handsome, elegant and refined, untouched by worldly concerns. Especially when a smile appeared on his calm face, it was like a pebble thrown into the sea of ​​one’s heart, creating ripples that made it impossible for one’s mind to remain calm.

The gentle glow of the setting sun enveloped him, like a veil of enchanting mist, hazy and dreamlike. It was as if, with the arrival of a misty rain, he would be scattered by the wind to a more distant world, and she would never find him again.

Feng Guang felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, and instinctively gripped one of his slender fingers on his right hand.

He looked down at her.

Her emotions were fleeting; she quickly calmed down and asked in a low voice, "What is your name?"

His eyes were as clear as an icy spring, and as cold as a deep pool. His pale lips curved slightly at this moment, carrying a faint smile, which was fatally attractive.

He was like a god, otherworldly and elegant, with unparalleled beauty.

“My name is…” He took her hand and gently wrote two words in her palm. He asked, “Do you recognize these two words?”

"Technique...wind?"

"Yes." He smiled. "My name is Shufeng."