The woman by the railing turned her face, revealing a visage so stunning that even Song Yutang, herself a woman, could not help but become spellbound.
With jet-black hair like the night, flowing and soft, evoking envy; her deep and profound eyes seduced the heart, enhanced by the mole beneath the corner of her eye.
Since childhood, Song Yutang had been praised and adored by those around her. Though never vain about her appearance, she felt confident from the bottom of her heart about her feminine charm; but today, at this unexpected glimpse, her confidence wavered for the first time...
Moreover, the woman was at that age when female beauty is at its peak, her perfect attire and figure fully showcased her allure; like a rose in full bloom, stunningly vibrant, emitting a rich fragrance.
"Student Song?"
Noticing her dazed expression, the woman smiled gently and called her name again.
