Lu Hu contentedly patted Fang Zhou on the shoulder. "You're a good kid," he said. After a moment's thought, he added a reminder, "Major Su has a somewhat flighty personality and is quite proud of her Talent, so you'll need to be humble with her."
Fang Zhou nodded slightly, indicating he understood.
As they spoke, they arrived in front of the office building. Following Lu Hu into an office, Fang Zhou's eyes were immediately drawn to a woman sitting at a desk.
She had a cascade of silver hair that contrasted sharply with her black dress, like a symphony woven from the night sky and the bright moon. Her figure was curvaceous, and glimpses of fair skin occasionally peeked through the folds of her skirt. Her stunning beauty was like a rose from the World of the Dead—blooming in darkness, yet exuding an irresistible and dangerous allure.
