Her short, neat hair was like a breeze gently brushing over the mountain peaks at dawn, without a hint of excess.
Each strand exuded an unadorned natural beauty.
Stray strands lay softly on her forehead, forming a harmonious contrast with the glasses perched on her nose—her eyes behind the lenses were deep and bright, as if perceiving the essence of everything in the world, yet inadvertently revealing a kind of aloofness that kept people at a distance.
When she shook hands with Chen Fang.
It was merely a brief touch.
Then she quickly withdrew her hand.
Not sure if it was a mistake.
In that moment, Chen Fang actually caught a glimpse of disgust in her eyes.
There was another more obvious detail.
Everyone stood in a line.
Almost shoulder to shoulder.
Except on Li Xuan's side, people on both sides kept at least a fist's distance from her, as if afraid to get close.
After the welcome ceremony at the entrance concluded.
