A fleeting struggle crossed her perfect features, and a soft hum lingered at her throat, the words of refusal almost spoken. An icy wind drifted through the air, and the chill of the world gathered from all around, converging on her. Her snow-white skin glowed with a luminous light, like the reflection of moonlight.
In an instant.
It was like a faint moonbeam streaming into the darkness, as silver-white hair spread before Fujiwara Reya's eyes.
The initially noisy surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the suddenly appearing, stunning bewitching woman, dazed.
Fujiwara Reya's heart was moved.
That flawless, unparalleled face was exactly like Snow Treasure's, a face so exquisitely beautiful that even the finest artisans could not replicate. Her long, silver-white hair hung down to her waist, her expression serene yet somber, and her blue eyes resembled a lake stirred by ripples.
Yukino Ritsuko slowly moved her gaze, coolly glancing around.
