The young woman was dressed in a white cheongsam, her hair held up by a wooden hairpin.
It's a typical oriental vintage outfit.
Looking at her, she seemed to emanate an otherworldly grace.
The man sitting across from the young woman was clad in a smoke-grey shirt, black trousers, his features handsome.
For a moment, the man lowered the blue and white porcelain teacup, looked at the young woman, his eyes reflected an indescribable emotion, then he spoke, "Hannah, I always feel that there's something off about the Sight Restorer Plan..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Hannah Sutton covered her mouth with a soft laugh, "Steven, you're not actually taking a child's game seriously, are you?"
A game is just a game.
Steven Ram's brows furrowed slightly.
He wasn't sure why, but something felt amiss.
