C1018 A Mysterious Guest

In the thick of night, Xue Linlin's form emerged like a stroke of crimson in an ink painting, slowly materializing.

His soul, though ethereal, retained its striking beauty. His hair, red as crystals, fluttered in the air, enchanting like blood-tinted daffodils. A subtle smile played on his lips, lending him a more bewitching air than before.

A defiant voice erupted from within Xue Linlin