Every frown and smile of hers was utterly irresistible.
If she were a man, she would have surely fallen for her at first sight, just like Mo Xingyuan.
A breeze swept under the trees, where two young girls stood—one burning with passion, the other gentle as water.
One shining bright as light, the other dark as charcoal.
"Is that the woman?"
On the second floor of the hospital, a man in a black trench coat stood against the wind, his sharp eyebrows looking as if they were painted on, and his long black eyes harboring an unfathomable sharpness. Tall and well-built yet not uncouth, he stood like an eagle in the night, sinister, proud, and overwhelmingly arrogant.
At the moment, his hands were clasped behind his back, and as he spoke, the corners of his mouth curved into a wicked smirk.
The light in his black eyes also became quite amused.
Beside him stood a man with a very ordinary appearance and attire.
