Whenever Xiao Min thought of Mu Ruyue, she clenched her teeth in hatred. She would never be content until she had her revenge. One day, she would tear that woman apart and find a group of beggars to gang rape her.
Suddenly, amid the dusty wind, a figure slowly approached...
The first thing to appear before them was the corner of a dazzling silver robe, shimmering like light, as if highlighting the most noble and elegant temperament to the fullest.
Even in the midst of the dust, that silver robe remained spotless, not a speck of dirt marring its surface.
The man wore a silver mask, cold and unforgiving. Although his face was obscured, the fairness of his skin was evident from his jawline.
It was not the paleness of sickness, but a lunar white, stunningly beautiful in a way that left onlookers in awe.
Xiao Min's gaze gradually traveled upward, and she was suddenly met with a pair of purple eyes, causing her to freeze in place, her own eyes filled with a dazed fascination.