Mo Xuetong raised her head and stared at him blankly.

Her eyes, which ought to have been a little cold, glowed. There was some misty mist in her big, inky eyes. Her long eyelashes quivered a little, and her small mouth was half-open, but she could not utter a word. She had an ineffable charm. On her attractive, pointy, oval face, her peerless beauty was dreamlike as if it were covered with a light mist.

She, too, seemed to be as poor as an abandoned little animal. ...