Boeing plane from Tokyo to Shanghai was shattering through the clouds and mist. On the porthole was a handsome young man with a meditation face sitting on the porthole. When the flight attendant wearing a pink shirt and a blue printed silk scarf pushed the car by, he couldn't help but stop. It was a face with a slightly dark sunshine on his face, almost perfect, with only one small flaw, that is, there was a white scar near his left temple. From his eyebrows to the hairline, the place with his raised eyes could set a new and impeccable standard for masculinity. His rosy and plump lips and strong and tall nose were the same, although his nose was a little tiny and naughty upturned. This man could simply be regarded as an exhibition...