448, she is Jun Huang.

The room was somewhat quiet.

Ling Que wore a thin, blue dress that clung tightly to her body due to the rain, and the hem dripped water onto the floor.

Her appearance.

Was somewhat disheveled.

The sudden words of the young girl caught Ling Que off guard.

She was dressed in red that seemed like blood, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, her face seemingly friendly but with hidden barbs. Though the red was vivid, she wore it in a way that conveyed a sense of detachment from the world, as if the color was made for her alone.

The young girl's bright and cold beauty contrasted sharply with Ling Que's disheveled state.

One lived in the dust of the world, the other above the clouds.

Who was this person?

Both saw confusion in the other's eyes.