Chunlan and Qiuyue had to forcibly restrain themselves from acting out, their faces dark as they led her into the living room. Xie Xiaoyan was as beautiful as ever, as vibrant as a blooming flower. Her cheeks were fair and tender, her red lips luscious, the curve of her chin soft, and her nose bridge elegant and straight. Her long, silky black hair was not tied up but cascaded over her sharp, delicate shoulders. She wore a pristine white robe that cinched around a waist so slender it could be encircled by a single hand. Deep within her limpid, autumn-water eyes, a hint of loneliness was hidden. She forced a smile at Ling Xiao.
"I bet you never thought I'd appear before you again, did you?" Xie Xiaoyan initiated the conversation, her tone soft.
