Everyone looked where the sound came from and saw her dressed in red, standing alone in a crowd of people. As lonely and proud as a red plum that blooms in winter with contempt for the frost and snow.
The black gauze covers the upper half of her face, but her seductive eyes can be vaguely seen. Her beautiful black curly hair is scattered on her shoulders, and only her beautiful red lips are exposed.
Standing there, her red lips were raised, exuding a charming aura.
She put down the wine glass in her hand and glanced around lazily.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
