Imperial Capital.
Bar.
When Beauty Child entered, she instantly caught the attention of the flirtatious gentlemen inside, drinking and entertaining themselves, their eyes lighting up.
However, although she was indeed beautiful, the chilly aura in her pretty eyes intimidated people so they dared not look straight at her. Moreover, her dignified bearing was like that of an ice sculpture, naturally exuding a sense of pressure.
Several rich boys wanted to approach her and strike up a conversation, but they hesitated because of Beauty Child's imposing presence.
By the bar, a rich boy dressed in casual white said to his companion, "To die beneath the peony flower is to be a romantic ghost. Even if she's a peony carved from ice, I still intend to pluck her."
His friends 'understood' and chuckled, raising their glasses to toast to his anticipated success.
