C922 (part I)

Yen Yilian stood there, as if she were a lotus blooming in the heavens, untouched by the mud around her. Her ethereal presence left all the new students in awe. Some were dumbstruck, others were completely smitten, and a few even spun in circles, utterly captivated.

Her allure was entirely different from Looh Siwu's. Siwu's charm was innate, like a fine wine with an intoxicating aroma