I knew many young, handsome men, and they all had their own charm.

The 18-year-old Felix was aloof and proud; the Matthew who became the heir of his family was reserved and bold; Andrew was outgoing but possessive; Maxime who taught me weaving was the embodiment of elegance.

And Colin, whose face was as mesmerizing as the moon and whose eyes sparkled like the stars, could be gentle yet fearless when needed. The mole next to his eyes added to his allure. If an incubus truly existed in this world, it'd be him.

As exceptional as he was, Colin kept a low profile. He focused on his work and me, maintaining a polite distance with everyone or everything.

attention

Crystal House under the sunlight, it was like gazing at a

Crystal House, other than Winston and me who were used to the sight, the rest screamed, "Is that

becomes an

my memory. If we're supposed to draw portraits

man of his look should be a supermodel, not a

should be an actor. He'd

troublesome too. Winston was annoyed at his ogling peers. He glared at those who often admired him in secret, wishing that he could make

right, his allure could not hold

brought you here?" A blushing woman ran toward

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