The little girl was dressed in black, her black coat wrapping around her figure, with a baseball cap pressing down on a head of beautiful black hair.
Several strands of hair hung around her white, rounded earlobes, gently falling over her chest.
Of course, the most striking feature was her face, disturbingly enchanting yet celestial, with a look that's both pure and alluring, with a hint of seduction.
Those eyes, brimming with allure, were cold in color, her eyebrows sharp, and her delicate features carried a certain aloofness.
It wasn't a kind of detachment that showed she didn't care about anything, but a disdain for everything.
As if she was born to stand above others, worshipped by them.
Song Yuan gazed at Si Fan's face, momentarily lost, not knowing how to describe what he felt about this girl at that moment.
He only felt there was a mysterious beauty about her, inexplicably drawing one's gaze.
