This voice was simply unbearable.
The owner of the voice hadn't really put on an affectation, nor was there any deliberate coquettishness or seduction. It was the charm of the voice quality itself—exceptionally soft, sticky like freshly cooked glutinous rice, yet within its tenderness, there was a slight huskiness. Every tremor seemed to roll right at the tip of one's heart, creating a fascinating allure with its slightly distant and indifferent tone.
Upon hearing this voice, nearly everyone in the hall turned their attention toward the source of the sound, and Chu Yu also looked over.
At that moment, a dressed-up young lady was walking out from a side door at the back of the hall.
