C1828 However the Ear of the Dog

"Senior Sister Yue?"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

With graceful steps, she approached, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, a fragrant breeze in her wake. She lifted her gaze, her clear, bright eyes and delicately arched brows framed by trembling lashes. Her fair, unblemished skin blushed with a soft pink, and her thin lips were as tender as rose petals