Her fingernails dug into her palm, the pain making her a little more sober.
She smiled, but the smile ultimately seemed somewhat unnatural: "So the handkerchief belongs to Miss Ji, I made a mistake, here it is back to you."
The girl's eyebrows slightly arched, like floating clouds in the sky, calm and gentle, yet exuding an extraordinary allure.
She never understood what "breathtaking beauty" really depicted, but at this moment, looking at the girl, it suddenly became clear in her mind.
"Oh, do you know me?"
The girl's eyes carried a smile, appearing as gentle as spring water, yet deep within those dark pupils lay a mysterious abyss like a deep blue ocean, drawing people in, but it was a place of death.
