Xia had just stepped off the Sky Train, smoothing out some of her somewhat disheveled light golden hair.
Even without makeup, there were clear eyeliner marks around her vibrant blue-green eyes—a characteristic of the prone-spiritual nature inherited from her silver gradient cat mother.
Besides the hair color and eye color inherited partially from her father's prone-spiritual traits, neither her other prone-spiritual traits nor her physical features had much to do with the man. To put it plainly, their appearance was such that you wouldn't guess they were father and daughter at first glance; however, if someone pointed it out beforehand, the resemblances were noticeable to an extent.
Her shoulder-length curly hair had not been subjected to the latest popular starry sky gradient dyeing process; it was in its most natural and simple state.
