Yet, it wasn't long before the guests and reporters realized that she was alone in the corner and made a beeline for her, making conversation or asking for interviews. Xia Ling was used to such things given that she had been a Diva for years in her past life, but she did not enjoy the attention and only felt fatigued.
She managed to rid herself of them with difficulty.
She did not dare stand in just any corner but instead started to walk over to the private rest area, holding up her silvery-white dress tail. The moonlight shone on the steps in front of the door, and shadows of the flowers in the trees printed beautiful patterns on the stairs.
In this beautiful spring night, she saw a person that she did not ever want to see.
