The motorcycle came to a steady halt.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the figure atop the motorcycle became distinctly visible.
Mo Shangjun clearly froze for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.
The next moment, the rider released the motorcycle handlebar, lifted a hand, and took off the helmet.
Against the light, slightly longer strands of hair fluttered in the play of light and shadow, as slanting rays illuminated half of a side face, stunning in appearance, with narrow phoenix eyes, bearing some resemblance to Mo Shangjun but with a different, more mature charm.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, strikingly similar to an older sister of Mo Shangjun.
Cradling the helmet in one hand, she looked over in this direction, with a night breeze blowing from behind, causing her shoulder-length hair to dance chaotically, and her clothes to billow. A single figure stood out with an imposing aura, so compelling it drew the eye.
