I'd only just called out when Liu Miao had already stopped the car.
I didn't need to point anything out. The other three had noticed the strange sight on the road, too.
We all turned our heads to watch the back of a woman walking along the opposite sidewalk. We weren't the only ones watching her. Everyone on the street who noticed her stared without blinking.
The woman had a slender figure, though she wasn't tall. From behind alone, she couldn't be called a great beauty. She didn't walk like a model, and her clothes were ordinary. Yet that figure alone was enough to draw everyone's eyes.
Her aura...
I thought of Christina, whom I'd seen in my dream.
When she possessed someone else, even if that person looked nothing like her, she could still project her own aura, making the incongruity vanish and displaying all her charm instead.
Perhaps this was what people called star quality—the tremendous presence possessed by the great stars of a bygone era.
The four of us were getting ready to get out and follow her when the woman happened to turn around.
She turned, revealing features that were nothing special. Her overcoat was unbuttoned, and beneath it she wore an exaggeratedly garish, awkwardly bright pink sweater.
The woman smiled.
That smile gave the pink sweater and camel-colored coat a peculiar charm.
But it lasted only an instant.
Once that instant passed, an absurd thought rose in my mind. How could an ordinary-looking woman in such a strange outfit seem so captivating to me?
The woman had already turned away again. She hesitated, looking around, then glanced down at her clothes, clearly uneasy.
The attention from the people around her made her uneasy.
The people around her, too, were emerging from that strange state of