Chen Pingchuan slowly turned his head, his gaze falling upon the speaker.
She was an incredibly beautiful woman, with a face that could topple cities. A fiery red silk dress danced in the wind like a burning flame, setting off her delicate, snow-like skin and making her even more captivating. The woman's gaze was deep, full of temptation yet gentle, like glistening autumn waves capable of ensnaring one's very soul.
As a gentle breeze swept by, her long hair fluttered. Dressed in red, Ji Hongxiu stood about ten meters from Chen Pingchuan, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on him. The expression on her face was complex—a mixture of reminiscence, anticipation, surprise, and a touch of shyness.
Of course, all of it vanished the moment Chen Pingchuan furrowed his brow.
