Sophie Smith's entrance was quite stunning.
She wore a plain chiffon dress, her figure graceful, with three thousand strands of dark hair tied into a high chignon, bright teeth and eyes, like a beauty stepping out of a classical painting. Her natural beauty was breathtaking, and her ancient costume accentuated her fresh and pure, orchid-like temperament.
"Truly beautiful," Wyatt Sterling couldn't help but exclaim, his gaze seemingly captivated, staring straight at her.
"Thank you, Senior Brother..." Sophie said shyly, lowering her head. Yet, this scene fell right into Asher Land's eyes; in his view, these two were simply exchanging flirtatious glances—how dare they do so in front of him?
