"I bid farewell to my teacher."
The white-robed woman's chin turned around. Suddenly, a beautiful face appeared, carrying a hint of coldness. Her skin was as smooth as white jade, naturally flawless. One couldn't help but think of phrases like "beauty made of icy flesh and jade stone" and "pearl-like lips and snowy face" to describe her. Her features were perfect and immaculate. Her charm intimidated those who dared not look directly at her. Some might think her gaze was as sacred as nobility. She was like a fairy, elevated above Nirvana, untouched by the human realm.
She opened the window, her body slightly trembling. As if accompanied by invisible icy spirits, she seemed to have disbanded from the place where she once stood.
A complete reception hall, a small family hall.
"Uncle Liu, please have a drink." Xiao Che respectfully raised his cup in front of a gentle middle-aged man.
