As Chen Runyu stood rooted to the spot, crestfallen, he heard a crisp, gentle voice.
"Chen Runyu?"
Chen Runyu lifted his head and saw a strikingly attractive girl.
Wen Jiang's scars had already healed by then, with barely any trace visible.
Having eaten and rested well recently, her vitality was restored, and her delicate features were now fully apparent.
Wen Jiang possessed a sharp and aloof appearance that seemed somewhat ethereal. Only a small teardrop mole by her left eye added a touch of softness.
Her pupils were deep black, diffusing like ink. A shallow light shimmered on their surface, and gazing into them could make one's mind go blank for a moment.
She was a girl who seemed somewhat unapproachable, possessing a unique chill about her.
Chen Runyu had a strange feeling. When she stood there, she didn't seem to exist in the same dimension as others, as if detached from this world.
Especially when her gaze fixed upon Chen Runyu, he was the one to avert his eyes first.
