Under the oil lamp, it was a staring contest of big eyes against big eyes.
Xin Lin looked at the idiot, the idiot looked at Xin Lin, grinning from ear to ear.
The considerate Noble Shi had already prepared some hot water for the idiot to wash his face and found him a set of clean clothes to change into.
Noble Shi had also prepared a table full of delicious meals, and the idiot's father was currently eating happily.
Clothes make the man. Coupled with Chu Beiqing's handsome features, after cleaning up, the idiot looked completely renewed. He was strikingly handsome, with a face like the mid-autumn moon, eyes and brows as well-defined as ink paintings, and a pair of deep brown irises that were clear to the depth.
Though he was in his thirties, he appeared no more than in his early twenties. Wearing a simple washed blue robe that draped loosely on him, he seemed to have an added touch of nobility.
But what's the use of being good-looking if he's of no practical use!
