The camera lingered unwillingly, for the scene was too beautiful to forsake.
And the audience watched the girl smoke in silence, unaware that they had been captivated for a minute or two.
Xia Pengpeng remained unaware until she looked up and saw herself on the big screen.
Far from panic, she simply exhaled the last puff of smoke and turned her gaze into the distance.
She didn't grant the camera a clear front view, nor did she look directly at it.
Her demeanor was like a blush of crimson on a snowy mountain peak, cold and lofty in solitude, especially that look in her eyes. It was not contemptuous indifference to everyone, she was merely aloof and detached.
"My God, what a knockout!"
"That girl just now, that's Xia Pengpeng! I had no idea she had such a hobby!"
"This hobby is dangerous, isn't it!"
"Look how composed she is, way better than those male racers!"
"I heard she's good friends with Tang Jun!"
