"My dear Ma Qiaoli, long time no see."
As Ma Qiaoli was observing her surroundings, a passionate female voice suddenly emerged from her side, and fiery red strands of hair flickered at the edge of her vision.
The newcomer was a beautiful woman with a lovely face and a serpentine figure, like a blooming rose, exuding fragrance from head to toe.
"Anna." Ma Qiaoli pressed her cheek against hers and then they parted.
Anna was her friend, a lively and beautiful Italian woman whom she met after entering the World game.
In the World game, age seemed less significant. She knew Anna was a young woman in her twenties, as fresh and gorgeous as a newly bloomed rose, with a full thirty years between them.
But their similar appearances made them forge a friendship that transcended generations.
The convenience of simultaneous translation made face-to-face communication incredibly easy.
