Jian gritted his teeth as he glared at the man standing before him, who still had that faint, almost mocking smile on his face. He really wanted to tear him apart piece by piece. This fucking bastard... He probably did something to my grandpa. The thought made his chest tighten, and his eyes began to sting again. He quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand, almost angrily, refusing to let himself cry in front of everyone.
Just then, a hand reached toward him, holding out a pristine white handkerchief.
Jian paused and looked up.
The man standing before him was dressed in soft gold, his long blond hair falling all the way to his knees. His handsome face carried a calm and gentle expression, and the golden gem between his brows was shaped like a star, glowing faintly against his skin. There was something warm and peaceful about him, almost as if he carried the light of the sun around him.
"Use this, my child," the man said gently, his voice just as warm as his expression.
