Ji Ruyan turned her head and saw a girl dressed in dark purple gauze. Her skin was fairer than snow, yet she carried a hint of a murderous aura.
On her exposed chest was that unique tattoo.
Seeing this woman, Ji Ruyan felt unexpectedly delighted. "Dark Slave?"
When Dark Slave heard someone calling her name, that voice sounded melodic, like a skylark singing from the valley, as pleasant as the tinkling of silver bells. She couldn't help but look up towards the source of the sound, only to see the young girl gazing at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, a radiantly beautiful woman who involuntarily intoxicated others.
Upon closer inspection of the other's features, a sense of familiarity struck her, and memories from years past flooded her mind. "Miss Ji?"
"I'm so happy Dark Slave still remembers me," Ji Ruyan said with a genuine smile that didn't contain a trace of insincerity.
