He came from the cold, dark night, full of decay and blood, collided with her, softness and charm ingrained in her very bones.
So, he would carry her gentle allure as he emerged from the dawn's light.
——Prologue
Sunlight broke through the clouds, streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, bustling into the room, falling on the white bed in the center.
Perhaps the light was too glaring, the slim figure wriggled slightly.
After a moment of fabric friction, a slender, pale hand lifted the corner of the quilt, sitting up slowly.
The quilt slipped down to her waist.
Her black hair was slightly disheveled, covering her face, making it unclear, her skin snowy white and delicate.
She lifted her head, her jet-black hair slid down her shoulders, her eyes misted with water vapor, her brows showed the drowsy laziness of just waking, the beautiful fox-like eyes added an extra hint of sultry allure.
As she lifted the quilt, perhaps the quilt brushed hard against her arm, a sudden sharp pain came from her arm.
"Hiss—" Song Yi frowned and looked at her arm.
There was a scratch neither shallow nor deep, dried blood still stuck to her arm, winding across, ruining the delicate arm and appearing extremely abrupt.
Her brows furrowed deeply, and an unpleasant feeling rose to her heart.
When did she get hurt?
After discussing the cooperation yesterday, she went to celebrate her brother's birthday, probably got hurt at the birthday party.
She thought about it, lowered her eyes, and sent a message to her assistant Li Wen: Who sent me back yesterday?
Li Wen: I did.
Song Yi: How did my hand get hurt?
As soon as she sent the message, Li Wen's call came through in the next second, and as she answered, his anxious voice rang out: "You got injured?! What happened?! I'll call the private doctor right away!"
Song Yi: "..."
I damn think the one who needs a private doctor is you.
Got a screw loose, when will you mend the habit of being frantic.
Her lips curled: "No need, let's talk when I get to the company."
...
Half an hour later.
Song Yi finished washing up, changed into a spaghetti strap dress, the length of the dress just above the knees, revealing her slender and shapely legs.
The fitted waist design outlined her figure gracefully and seductively, the ultimate pure white worn by her into an extreme dazzling allure, her small oval face with smooth and supple lines, the unique feminine charm expressed vividly on her.
Smiling softly at the mirror, gentle and radiant, the feminine allure and softness she combined without a trace of incongruity, especially those captivating fox-like eyes had an aggressive gaze, arrogant as her.
Treading on high heels, hand dangling the car keys, she walked downstairs.
Graceful steps, swaying with elegance, a living enchanting beauty.
Outside, the summer sunlight seemed less dazzlingly bright than her.
Sitting in the red supercar, swapped out her flats in the car, put on sunglasses, a cold and glamorous aura inexplicably radiated from within.
Under the blazing sun, the car dashed like an arrow released from a bow, speeding away.
The music from the car stereo played softly and gently, the woman driving gazed forward intently, as if very serious.
"We tried with all our might to collide with the world, that was the beginning..."
"Still remember... Bang—"
Suddenly a loud and abrupt noise, the music stopped abruptly.
Song Yi's whole body leaned forward, her slightly long earrings swung against her face, instantly, red marks appeared on her tender skin.
She touched her face with pain, grinning slightly.
If it weren't for the seatbelt, she might have slammed into the windshield—
Looking at the black car's taillights in the front right, she pressed the tip of her tongue slightly against her cheek, her clear, elegant face showed a displeased expression.