Just as Serena Feng was feeling anxious, the man stopped beside her, his toe nudging her as if she were a stray dog on the roadside.
After a long moment, he finally spoke from above: "Serena Feng."
His words carried an unmistakable air of disdain and arrogance.
Serena Feng looked up and saw a man dressed in regal purple, noble and elegant, standing before her. In his eyes burned a barely contained fury.
Her limbs stiffened, her mind sluggish, a trace of confusion flickered in her eyes. Only after a long pause did she seem to suddenly understand and said, "Prince Rowan."
So this handsome, flamboyant youth standing before her was the fiancé of this body, the Seventh Prince of the Eastlyn Empire—Adrian Dongling, also known as Prince Rowan.
In Serena Feng’s memories, there wasn’t much about Adrian Dongling’s appearance, more about his preferences. Now, Serena carefully examined Adrian Dongling.
His skin was as fair as jade, his figure tall and slender, brows like ink strokes, eyes like stars. Taken individually, his features weren’t perfect, but together they formed a strikingly handsome face that was impossible to look away from.
Coupled with the innate nobility unique to royalty, he was even more imposing, making it impossible for others to ignore him.
If you overlooked the ostentatious arrogance between Adrian Dongling’s brows, he was truly a peerless beauty, with the charm to captivate any innocent young girl.