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"You still have a ghost face on your face."
Suddenly, a cold voice emanated from the shadows, icy enough to chill one to the bone, like the frosty moonlight of the night.
Luojia turned toward the source of the voice,
and saw An Su's maid standing silently at the estate's entrance, her amber eyes calmly watching Luojia and An Su. She gently lifted her skirt in a perfect curtsy, every movement showcasing the epitome of a perfect maid. Yet, there was not a trace of emotion in her eyes, like a dark old well that reflected no light.
Miss Enya was dressed in a black gothic Lolita-style gown today, with pale gloves and a gleaming lantern hanging at her waist. Apparently, the auntie in charge of lodging had been waiting at the mansion's entrance for Young Master An Su's return.
But at this moment, she was watching Luojia.
