The black-haired guy in the treetops has no right to accuse others of tailing, right? She's stalking others too!
Why does everyone love following others? Could it be some sort of company culture?
Elze silently leaned against the tree, lost in thought.
The hotel rooftop.
Shami stared intently at the white-haired magic array, not speaking for a while.
The place, which was already super captivating, became even more eye-catching after the dark purple patterns emerged.
Nonetheless, it had to be the white hair. If this magic array appeared on the flat golden-haired spot, there probably wouldn't be enough space for the magic array to extend. The edges of the array might even reach under the armpits.
"It's actually really beautiful, Lina."
The magic array, covered by clothing, had a mysterious allure similar to a partially concealed beauty. Coupled with its appearance in a naturally elegant spot, it made Shami want to study it immediately.
"Re-really?"
