73 Royal Summon

"Are you not? If you are not alive, then what are you? A ghost?" Zheng Liang asked sarcastically in exchange for Yang Ning's harmless joke while bandaging her injured feet. 

He was still angry at the fact that she hurt herself and wasn't even worrying about herself at all. How can she not feel the pain and stand while stepping on the sharp shards of the porcelain? 

She didn't respond to his comments as she had nothing to say in this regard. Because she doesn't know what she was either. Alive or Ghost. Who knows? 

Moreover, she was too distracted by his fair beauty which was dazzling to her eyes. 

Despite the soft and smooth white skin, he has a long nose bridge, pointed jawline, and cherry-like crimson lips which are coming into her sight even if she doesn't want to see them. 

How can a man be this beautifully flawless? She wondered as she stared at his ethereally captivating, unreal face. 

He is indeed the Male Lead of a novel.