Yun Xinyue glided forward, her steps as graceful as a floating lotus. A faint, elegant fragrance emanated from her—a blend of peach and rose, a fruity, floral scent with a hint of enchantment. As the fragrant breeze brushed against them, even the women in the dungeon couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter.
Senior Sister Yun, so fragrant, so beautiful.
