"Sister, you are so beautiful."
The Wolf Race child, holding a bouquet of roses, was a bit shy as he approached Prajna, pushed forward by his group of little friends.
Prajna furrowed her brows and didn't respond.
Standing among the crowd, she was like a negative pole magnet, exuding a strong repellent force. Even among the Wolf Race, categorized as "dark creatures," no one dared to approach easily.
After all, she was from Hell's Ghost Race, legendary Hell Messenger, known for hooking souls.
Getting close was indeed considered quite inauspicious.
The boy, seeing Prajna not responding for a while, turned blushing red: "Is... is it not pretty?"
Prajna hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and accepted the bouquet.
The vibrant red roses formed a stark contrast against her snowy white skin.
