Xuanyuan Wanrong stood there. She was so beautiful even though she was expressionless now. Standing there quietly, she was just like a photograph, more beautiful than any picture enhanced by Photoshop on Earth! Her exquisite facial features and tender skin were completely in discord with her horrible, suffocating pressure.
However, sometimes this kind of contrast was also a kind of beauty! She stood there and she stared at Xu Que with her razor-sharp eyes. No matter how hard Buttface and Duan Jiude tried to make up a romantic love story, she was unmoved. It seemed as if she was listening, but didn't believe them. Or it seemed as if she was listening, but didn't care what they were talking about.
