Time passed. It seemed hard to believe, but just like that, more than two years had already gone by.
The young Qing Xue, who had never been a small child to begin with, had begun to shoot up at eleven years old, the beginning of his adolescence.
But Qing Xue did not find much pleasure in that fact.
After all, at nearly eighteen years of age, Bai Ruyi had shot up even more, and he now looked more like a full-grown man. His face had lost the last plump traces of childhood, revealing features that were much leaner and had more pronounced angles.
Compared to the faces of other older men, which were either too sharp or coarse, Bai Ruyi’s looked balanced, elegant, and refined. This, together with his innate gentleness, made it appear as if a halo of purity was always hanging around him w
