On the boat sat a man with a square face, but he was even more beautiful and profound than the Westerners. He had a pair of eyes that did not lack stories. He was dark and mysterious, and his brows were filled with the so-called handsome features that were only recorded in history. In short, he was a man that attracted all the women from the East or the West.
Even though he was wearing a casual-looking white shirt and black trousers, he pointed at a leg and sat on the bow. His black hair, which was the same color as his pupils, fluttered slightly in the Colmar wind that was filled with flowers of various colors. He did not move at all. He did not smile at all. He just sat and crossed the street, attracting the attention of countless ladies.
However, this kind of sidelong glance was just
