It was a cold, detached aura, different from the simple iciness that Ye Siyao had. This girl exuded an indifferent vibe, as if she had no connection to anything in the world, much like a snow lotus blooming alone on a mountaintop.
As Ye Fei sized up the girl, many others around him were also drawn to her. Such a stunning beauty couldn't help but attract attention.
Naturally, the girl was aware of all the eyes on her. But she didn't feel proud for being the center of attention, nor did she get angry at the bold looks. It was as if, in her eyes, the people around her weren't her kind, but mere inanimate objects like scenery.
Liu Yiru, sitting beside Ye Fei, noticed this too. She felt relieved that she had wrapped a scarf around her neck when getting off the plane because of the chill. Otherwise, she would have been the focus of all those gazes. She knew how beautiful she was—far more than the girl in front of her.
