Through the door leading to the courtyard, Mei Yang saw her fiancé with a sword in his hand. He seems to be older than he looked. Despite his young age, he was tall and strong, according to his limitations. His black clothes with silver details perfectly matched his platinum hair that swayed slightly through the shallow snow that fell perfectly reminiscent of the figure he had just seen in the painting.
For a few seconds Mei Yang was lost in his beauty, her heart gave a little start when she saw that Yan Feng aimed the sword at Qiang Mao who was approaching with the sword for a small clash. Then, Yan Feng's bicolored eyes met hers and the princess lost her breath when he smiled at her, showing details on his face that she had not yet noticed, like the sparkle her eyes had when he smiled.
