Lu Yao's thoughts drifted.
Undeniably, ever since that melee in the arena, amidst her own disheveled appearance and bruised, bloodied state, she had caught sight of that man—acting with such casual elegance, yet exuding an air as refreshing as a clear breeze on a moonlit night.
The stark contrast between the two of them caused a flutter in her heart. From that moment on, whenever she had the time, she would quietly observe him, growing more captivated with every glance.
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