When her graceful figure emerged from the hazy smoke against the light, he saw it.
Her eyes were as bright and stunning as stars, and there was a faint smile on her lazy face. Her whole person should have looked as beautiful and gentle as the moonlight, but instead it burned his heart like a burning fire.
She bent down and smiled the most brilliantly at him who was covered in blood. The voice she spoke was like the gentle wind or the fragrant wine. It was intoxicating, but it made his whole body tremble.
"Trol Feinan——? From today on, please be my butler."
From that moment on, he knew that he would always remember this woman named Yan Ming.