Han Sen looked at Ming Ge, smiling as he asked, "Miss Ming Ge, what do you think?"
Ming Ge, "..."
I choose to cultivate immortality rather than seek treatment.
Dog head.
The already somewhat shaken stance of Ming Ge completely collapsed under Han Sen's actions...
She said, "Then, shall I give it a try?"
Han Sen: Smiling.
*
After adjusting her emotions on the spot, Ming Ge turned around and marched one tragic step at a time toward the man who had occupied her seat in the rest area.
Gong Yeyan raised his brows, his dark, beautiful eyes shifting from light to deep hues, his sharp and profound gaze landing on Ming Ge, ensnaring her within his web...
The girl, dressed in pure white ancient costume, her black hair waterfalling behind her, stepped lightly upon the black marble floor, her figure graceful and fluttering, as if she were a stunning beauty stepping out from an ancient painting, crossing through the years to stand before him, dazzling the moments.
