C322 It's Not Important Right?(2)
Upon first encountering the woman before him, one might guess she was in her thirties, yet upon closer inspection, she appeared no older than twenty-eight, her age an enigma.
Her complexion was fairer than snow, her features as if painted by an artist's hand. She wore an immaculate white gown that accentuated her slender, exquisite figure. Her stunning visage bore no expression
