"This ordinary hair accessory isn't at all deserving of the young lady..."
As the voice echoed, a group of people, like stars clustered around the moon, parted to let a young man walk through the crowd.
The young man was opulently dressed, the sword sheath at his waist encrusted with jewels that radiated an aura of wealth. His eyes, sizing up Qing Ling, concealed a hint of cunning and lust.
Feeling the young man's gaze, Qing Ling's petite brows furrowed, and she silently took two steps back, her face expressionless.
Seizing this chance, the young man observed the girl before him carefully, his breath catching momentarily in his throat.
Even though he had dallied with numerous beauties, he had never seen such an exceptionally refined and beautiful girl. Facing her clear eyes, which resembled calm autumn waters, his breathing grew slightly more rapid.
