A gust of wind brushed her face, carrying with it the strong, nauseating smell of tobacco.
Jiang Ruan's brow furrowed lightly. She glanced nonchalantly at her assailant, who was already charging towards her, his fist, veins bulging, already closing in on her face.
She didn't budge.
But in that split second, she raised her hand, seizing the man's solid wrist. Her glossy, red lips curled in disdain, and her beautiful, peach-blossom eyes gradually filled with a cold mockery.
"Trash."
As the cold sound trailed off Jiang's lips, her slender, perfectly white hands tightened on the man's wrist. A shrill scream echoed in her ears, followed by the unnatural crunching sound of bones seemingly being displaced. She acted as if she heard nothing.
Undeer the warm white light overhead, Jiang's face was softly glazed. However, those thick, dark lashes fringed a pair of eyes emitting an alarming fierceness.
Coldly aloof.
Unbearably beautiful.
Utterly captivating.