Chapter 28
When he died, it was very poignant.
Just as he had always yearned for.
He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had hair that was blacker and more supple than any girl’s, and he reportedly took very good care of it on a daily basis. His skin was so delicate that one whisper of wind against it would have torn it. When I touched it, it felt smooth and tender, like gelatin.
His most beautiful feature was his eyes. Clear and deep, like limpid autumn water*. Even someone like me, who lacked romantic feelings, would be moved and excited by just one glance into his eyes.
*T/N 秋水 (qui shui) – autumn water; a traditional description of a lady’s beautiful eyes.
However, he was too beautiful, and also, too proud. As a result, he was always unable to get along with other people.
Nobody liked him. Apart from the men who wanted to bed him, or the ladies.
However, he never let just anyone touch him.
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