She gathered her hair at the back of her head and secured it with a hairpin, her delicate and bright face looking straight ahead.
In this Japanese-style room, everyone was dressed in gorgeous kimonos, and Dubian Che's eyes had begun to blur, barely able to distinguish one person from another.
But as soon as Jiutiao Meijie entered, it seemed as though all the vivid colors had faded, leaving only hers.
Although she was always the center of attention and spoke in a commanding tone, this was the first time she exhibited such a distinct display of elegance and nobility.
Jiutiao Meijie walked over to Dubian Che and sat down slowly.
As they sat close to each other, Dubian Che noticed the small chrysanthemum flowers embroidered on her chest.
While he was observing, Jiutiao's mother whispered something to Jiutiao Meijie, who then flashed a pleased smile at him, startling him.
That devilish smile seemed to hint that his end was near.
