At the entrance, Song Yingqing took half a step to the side and revealed the person behind her.
Nan Yu was wearing a golden one-shoulder evening dress, her wavy hair cascading over her fair and round shoulders, adding a touch of allure.
Her slender, snow-white legs were barely visible beneath the gossamer skirt, which only added to her stunning beauty.
She lifted her chin slightly, presenting that perfect and rare visage, her pitch-black eyes as clear as a curved spring, exuding purity.
Like a noble and icy angel descended upon the earth, she was someone to be admired from afar.
"I haven't died, you must be disappointed, aren't you?"
Through the crowd, Nan Yu directed this statement to Nan Luzhi and his family of three in the far distance.
Nan Luzhi, upon seeing Nan Yu alive and standing there, was frozen in place, his mind completely crashing.
How is she still alive?
