Just as Lin Feng wandered rather aimlessly through the crowd, a tall, elegant woman brushed past him.
Silvery hair as white as snow gently swept across his face, carrying an inexplicably intoxicating fragrance.
In that instant, Lin Feng's heart surged, and his head spun slightly with a strange feeling he could not describe.
He turned back in surprise. The mysterious woman with long silver-white hair was still walking slowly, every step flowing with grace.
Time and space seemed to stand still, and the bustling surroundings fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
Her snow-white hair fell to her waist.
Countless red threads intertwined across her fitted, understated qipao, forming a magnificent image of a sea of stars.
The hem of her qipao fluttered gently in the breeze. Her smooth, shapely, impossibly long legs were the finest Lin Feng had ever seen.
With a figure and bearing like hers, and the elegant, mature charm in her every movement, even Teacher Himeko would probably struggle to measure up.
"Miss, please wait..."
After a brief daze, Lin Feng hurried forward a few steps and reached out to take her delicate, slender, jade-like hand.
Her touch was cool and exceptionally silky, a sensation wonderful beyond words.
"Oh?" An ethereal voice echoed beside his ear, yet it carried a power that pierced his soul.
The woman with snow-white hair turned slightly, and the face she revealed made Lin Feng's pupils abruptly contract.
The celestial beauty he had expected was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a strange crimson mask seemed to spread into an eerie, chilling smile.
"That mask... a follower of the Aeon of Elation? No..."
Frowning slightly, Lin Feng's mind raced, and a vague suspicion began to form.
The mysterious power that had made his soul tremble at their touch was certainly not something an