Her ethereal temperament made her seem equally immortal and otherworldly, unlike any ordinary person.
A thin veil covered her face, yet it did not conceal her charm in the slightest. Instead, it added a hazy, elusive quality to her.
It made her appear even more sacred and pure.
As the two figures appeared together, they seemed incomparably well-matched, from their looks to their temperaments.
Wherever they passed, pedestrians all around turned to look, their faces filled with astonishment and fascination.
To men, Ling Qingzhu was like a goddess—sacred, noble, and unattainable.
To women, Lu Yunxiao was like poison, possessing a fatal allure.
As the two walked together, no one on either side of the street, regardless of gender or age, could resist their charm.
As they passed by, they could sense countless gazes fixed upon them, following them as they moved forward.
"Looks like we've caused quite a stir. Qingzhu is Qingzhu indeed—her charm is simply irresistible."
Lu Yunxiao's expression remained calm, without the slightest discomfort at being watched.
After all, he had grown up amid such admiring gazes.
No matter where he went, he was always the absolute center of attention.
He had long grown accustomed to such looks and felt no emotional fluctuations because of them.
"Young Master, do not speak only of Qingzhu. Your charm is even greater."
A faint ripple passed through Ling Qingzhu's clear eyes as she spoke in a soft voice.
It was not as if she had failed to notice what was happening around them.
Those young girls practically wished they could glue their eyes to Lu Yunxiao.
She could sense their undisguised desire and longing with absolute clarity.
She had to admit that this man's attraction to women far surpassed her own attraction to men.
Moreover, in a sense, men were more