Elena was staring fixedly at the tall man in front of her as he advanced towards her step by step.
She had to admit, Tyler's physique was no less impressive than that of the male lead, Klaus.
His tall, upright figure resembled a sturdy pine tree.
His handsome face bore a cold and firm appearance, with long eyebrows reaching into his temples, and the curve of his nose being extraordinarily superior.
The light gradually dripped down, ultimately casting onto his rosy thin lips.
Even in her era, he could easily outshine many young heartthrobs.
Yet it was those eyes, the depth between his brows conveyed a certain frostiness.
When he glanced her way, it inexplicably gave her chills.
When the man finally approached her, Elena subconsciously avoided his icy gaze, explaining in a somewhat embarrassed and frightened manner.
"I didn't deliberately start the fire. It happened when I was cooking, some oil splashed out, and before I knew it, the firewood also got ignited..."
