Su Wanxia's heart thudded, and then she silently chuckled to herself. Indeed, she was very beautiful.
She had the slender figure of a willow, chestnut hair that fell to her waist, and a delicate face that begged for pity.
Especially those bright, watery eyes—not only would men feel a desire to protect her, but women would too.
Such a person, if she were also cunning, would truly be remarkable.
When Bai Yudie caught sight of Su Wanxia, her heart instantly tightened. The woman gave her an uncomfortable feeling, and she sensed a threat.
She could distinctly feel the stubborn pride emanating from her bones, and the indifference in those clear, starry eyes.
Yes, indifference, her gaze was surprisingly similar to her Yingchen's, except without that bone-piercing coldness.
And that exquisitely beautiful face somehow possessed an enthralling charm that captivated onlookers, making it hard to look away.
Who was she? Bai Yudie's heart began to panic; she couldn't be—
