In one of the sprawling mansions of the Li clan stood an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
Her hair, a cascade of vibrant, wavy crimson, shimmered under the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the tall windows.
Her skin was fair, almost luminous, and her figure curvaceous, full, and undeniably sensual… spoke of a woman who could captivate anyone who laid eyes on her.
Every subtle movement she made seemed deliberate, graceful, and impossible to ignore.
It was as if she carried an aura that drew attention without effort, a presence that could make the most composed man lose his composure.
Yet in this moment, she seemed far removed from the world's gaze.
Her slender fingers traced the torn remnants of a paper she had just read, lingering on the broken pieces as if savoring the words one last time.
The corners of her lips lifted into a smile… soft, serene, and almost mischievous which somehow made her even more striking.
