He had pale, cold skin, an unhealthy kind of pallor, more like the color of someone who had lived in darkness for a long time, never seeing sunlight, with a faint resemblance to a cold corpse.
Saphen had always known that Vorthax's facial features were not bad. Now that everything was fully revealed in clear, three-dimensional detail, he was the kind of man who could make any girl excitedly ask for his number if she ran into him at a bar.
With this appearance, Vorthax would certainly never be disliked.
Vorthax looked at himself reflected in Saphen's eyes, lowered his gaze in distaste. As expected, Saphen was still the most beautiful.
Thinking this, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of Saphen's eye, making Saphen unable to help but close his eyes. His voice carried a hint of jealousy. "You're looking at me like that. Do you like me better in this form?"
Saphen could not help but laugh. "Then do you want me to like you, or not like you?"
