"Duke, after watching the play for so long, might you care to come out for a gathering?"
The clear voice echoed through the forest at night, with the moon hanging low, almost resting on the treetops, illuminating Jiang Li's delicate face.
Her eyes were clear and distinct, showing not the slightest hint of panic that one might expect in a desperate situation. Instead, she appeared relaxed and transparent, as if holding all the cards.
The men in black looked at her, and the leader chuckled, "Second Miss, why bother with such mystique..."
Before he could finish, laughter came from deep within the woods; a figure in crimson gradually emerged from the darkness. Under the moonlight, the darker the surroundings, the more resplendent his red attire became. The moonlight shone on the butterflies embroidered on the hem of his robe, making them seem as though they might take flight at any moment, lending an extreme seductive quality to that instant.
