“See her? That's the ‘Jade Guanyin.’”
“She really is gorgeous, and cold as ice. You can't even touch her.”
“Hmph, I hear she only dances and drinks with clients. She never stays the night.”
“She's in that line of work. Who is she trying to fool with that prim act?”
Su Yuqing stood alone at the edge of the dance floor.
She wore a moon-white satin qipao, its close-fitting fabric gleaming faintly. The waist was cinched just right, accentuating her slender figure.
Her collarbones were delicately defined, and her neck was long and pale.
A light brown beauty mark sat at the corner of her left eye, appearing and disappearing in the light like a fleck of amber on white jade.
Her features were not especially striking, yet together they made it impossible to look away.
Most captivating of all were her eyes, their outer corners slightly upturned. Even when she did not smile, they held a trace of cool detachment, like a lake skimmed with thin ice in late autumn.
