At first glance, Zhao Yan was captivated by his cousin's pale, fair complexion. In all the time since he had transmigrated here, he had never seen anyone with skin so light.
Upon closer inspection, Zhao Yan noticed that not only was his cousin fair, but he also had sharp facial contours and soft features, giving him a scholarly air. If he didn't know better, Zhao Yan’s first impression would have been that he was a student—the type who was top of his class.
Looking next at his uncle standing beside his cousin, the contrast could not have been more striking. Truly, there was no harm without comparison. Zhao Yan had never thought his uncle looked dark before, but standing next to his glowing, fair-skinned cousin, the man looked positively swarthy.
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