This was the first time Lin Feng had been approached by a foreigner, let alone a noble lady who was the very picture of beauty, dignity, and splendor.
The young woman's skin was as smooth as flawless white jade, and her features were exquisitely delicate. With her high-bridged nose and large, azure eyes, she looked like a goddess of beauty from a Western legend.
Looking at the jeweled necklace on her snowy neck and the diadem woven into her upswept golden hair, he figured she must have a powerful background.
"Uh…"
"Hello."
Lin Feng was a little flustered. He spat out the sucked-dry shrimp head from his mouth and offered a simple reply.
The elegant and poised noble girl before him gave a faint smile and continued to speak.
Her voice was as pleasant as a lark's song—the result of professional training among the nobility. While it had no practical use, it could naturally earn her a bit of goodwill in conversation.
