The night breeze blew, the hem of her skirt fluttered, revealing a section of her fair and slender calf.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, coating her in a layer of silvery glow, like a jade lotus blooming in the deep of night.
"You still think I can't take you down?"
Gu Manzhi's eyes shone with moisture, her lips slightly upturned.
Dealing with a man like Chen Mo, who had "suffered from a broken heart," beauty alone was insufficient; she had to prove her "affections" with actual deeds.
Through the paper figure, she had mastered intelligence and had long been lurking nearby.
It was always better to deliver help in the snow than to add flowers to brocade; only by taking action at the crucial moment could she prove her worth.
Then, she would appropriately express her concern, letting him know, "I care about you a lot."
The night, the moonlight, the beauty — what man could possibly resist such a perfect "atmosphere"?
