On the street.
Situ Qinghuan walked out of the clothing store, now dressed in casual attire with a duckbill cap on her head, her long hair cascading down, exuding an air of nonchalance.
This was the first time she had ventured out in women's clothes, experiencing an indescribable sense of relief and exhilaration.
What puzzled her, however, was that many people on the street began to stop and talk after seeing her, some even ran away as if to notify someone upon laying eyes on her.
"Could it be because I'm too beautiful?" Situ Qinghuan thought somewhat narcissistically.
She didn't pay much attention to the stares of the people around her, instead savoring the feeling of being herself again.
In the past, she always wore a mask, presenting herself as the Sect Master—aloof, arrogant, keeping everyone at a distance.
But she was very clear that this was not the real her; the way she was now felt like her most authentic self.
