68 He Doesn't Exist?

A few miles away from where Jin Jiuchi was, stood a lone luxurious villa on the mountain adorned with expansive glass walls. Sunlight filtered in through the rustling leaves to pour into the spacious master bedroom, and little birds perched on the windowsill as they sang and chirped happily.

The door to the bathroom swung open and a young man clad in a bathrobe stepped out, faint mists billowing beneath his feet. Droplets of water were dripping from the tip of his silver hair pinned behind his head, sliding down his fair and slender neck to disappear into the collar. His cheeks were still flushed from the hot shower he had just taken, but even more breathtaking than his delicate features were his pale purple eyes akin to cold and hard amethyst, yet they also held a mesmerizing allure that could captivate those who looked into them.

The detached temperament coupled with the exquisite appearance gave off a strangely bewitching and sensual air.