When Tiana Thorne saw that face, she was stunned, her breath hitched, almost rushing over to give a kiss. It was her face from her previous life, unparalleled in the world, stunningly beautiful.
Those bewitchingly charming fox-like eyes, with long lashes that fluttered as if they electrified everything around.
The elegant high-bridged nose, with a petite tip, was incredibly beautiful.
And the lips, exactly like hers now, naturally turned up even when not smiling, beautiful and delicate, soft and rosy, astonishing in beauty.
Moreover, her almost flawless face, delicate like porcelain, with a flush of red unlike an apple, more like a luscious ripe peach.
A seductive figure, with an unexplainably lazy aura, clad in a red silk robe, revealing legs as white as jade, barefoot, with no flaw to her beauty.
Her toenails and fingernails were rose-colored, and the moment she walked in, a captivating fragrance hit the air.
