The woman's voice was gentle and melodious, with a unique charm.
Today, at Duke Charlie's castle, most of the ball attendees were locals, speaking either French or English. Ming Ge, who had worked as a translator in her past life, was proficient in several languages, including English and French, as fluent as her native Chinese, encountering no barriers in communication.
However, upon suddenly hearing a pure Chinese voice, Ming Ge was slightly surprised.
She quickly turned around, "Hello—"
After getting a clear look at the woman's face, the diamond evening bag she was holding to match her dress suddenly slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a "clang".
Ming Ge stood there, stunned, the rest of her words evaporating...
The woman stepped forward, gently bent down to pick up Ming Ge's dropped bag, and dusted off the nonexistent dirt from it. Her eyebrows were beautifully shaped, her demeanor as gentle as water.
