She didn't seem particularly attractive, but her smile was radiant. When she looked over, the girl noticed that the young lady had a pair of eyes that were too enchanting.
In Eastland, perhaps they should be called "peach blossom eyes," eyes that brimmed with emotion, gentle as water.
Even if the host didn't look at people that way, these eyes still carried a deep affection when they gazed upon someone.
Such eyes, resting on such an innocent face, one didn't know whether to feel pity or to think that it was precisely these eyes that made her features stand out even more.
Vivian Manson glanced at the bodyguards who followed the girl in; the exquisite totems visible on their cuffs were the family insignia of a prominent family from Eastland.
It was then that Vivian started to see the girl in a new light.
Information about the young girl flashed quickly through her mind.
Lily Smith, seventeen, attending an elite high school in Priocia, senior year.
