"Who is looking for me, may I ask?"
The girl was wearing a long white dress, her black hair cascading down, her features as exquisite as those of an elf. She wore a faint, gentle smile, and she possessed a purity that seemed as though she had never been touched by the mundane world.
Her beauty was truly on par with Cai'er's, yet it lacked that specific aura. It was the difference between a red rose and a white rose. It was no wonder that Sima Xian had immediately dubbed her "Little White Flower" the moment he saw her years ago. This little beauty was, indeed, a rare treasure—the girl of many men's dreams.
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