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Hair
The first thing that caught Jing Yuan's eye was the stream of blonde hair loosely tied behind his back. Under the midday sunlight, that seemingly dazzling yellow color still made the lazy general stare endlessly. Why? Is there anything special? Perhaps the strange hair color that rarely appeared on Xianzhou ships spoke of his foreign status? Or is it because of the painterly smoothness on every yard of white fabric? His hand unconsciously glided lightly over the wooden railing, as if underneath that finger was a strand of golden hair for him to tease and tangle. "Ah, he put the umbrella up?" It's a pity, the general is still curious whether the feeling of stroking that hair is as he imagined. "There will still be a next time." Jing Yuan thought to himself, that person's name was on the general's list of suspicious immigrants anyway.
"Luocha hm....?"
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Fingers
Today the General had curious thoughts again. That guy named Luocha, he must have worn gloves, because otherwise he probably would have paid attention to the shape of his hands. What can a businessman's hands be like? They certainly weren't covered in scars like his soldier's hands. From recent observations, it can be seen that this Luocha is proficient in swordsmanship, a type of swordsmanship that comes from afar. Therefore, even if the hands are not scarred, they will not be weak, anyone who holds a sword will have calloused hands. The General wondered, "Under what circumstances would he take off his gloves?" He wanted to see that hand naked and not hidden, at least that would be easier than seeing the "naked and not hidden" ego of a businessman. But when he saw it with his own eyes, would he want to touch it, let fingers slip between fingers, let the callouses rub against the countless scars?
The curiosity of an idle general is almost limitless.
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Eyes
Not emerald green, not dark mossy green, those eyes were bright green like grass on a summer day, so strange and yet so unforgettable. Those eyes curved when he smiled, but the brightness wouldn't take away the sadness that flickered at the bottom of his eyes. The white-haired general found another thing to get curious about from this mysterious man. The large box behind him can indeed provoke others' imaginations, but few people will probably notice the gloom hidden behind that brilliant green color.
"And if, if that green color fades under streams of tears, it will definitely be a breathtaking sight."
A sight that, for some reason, the General had not yet had a chance to admire but already wanted to hide it away so that no one else other than him will have a chance to see it.
