Shen Xian gazed afar, only to see a slender and graceful woman standing at the opulent front desk of the Shen Fei Group.
Her long black hair, like ink, poured down to her waist, a white silk dress enveloping her flawless body down to the knees, paired with nude-colored high-heeled boots. The exposed part of her calves was delicate and well-proportioned, as fair and smooth as milk.
She had her back to them.
And yet, just this figure from behind made it impossible for anyone to avert their eyes.
She seemingly did nothing at all, simply standing there like a white peony exuding its fragrance, her ethereal beauty suffusing the entire hall with an air as if a breeze had breathed life into a profusion of blossoms in spring.
If Qin Shi was a rose in fervent bloom, then the woman before them was a white peony who stood out amid the flowers without a sound.
Pure, opulent, and regal without vulgarity.
