A pair of eyes brimming with emotion was set in her full, moon-like face. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, like ink spreading on rice paper, exuding both majesty and a hidden tenderness.
As she emerged from the elevators, the arc of the Hermes silk scarf slipping from her collar was reminiscent of the scene in the 1986 adaptation of *Journey to the West* where the Queen of the Kingdom of Women lifts a beaded curtain.
She strode toward a Rolls-Royce Phantom, surrounded by a tight cordon of assistants and bodyguards.
Just as she ducked to get into the car, she suddenly turned and looked in Yang Hui's direction.
She hesitated for a second, and the look she gave him as she raised her eyes seemed to hold a thousand emotions, enough to pull anyone into a vortex from which they could not escape.
A look like that could make a saintly monk snap his Buddhist beads.
She glanced at Liu Shasha again before getting into the car.
