"Humph..."
She let out a soft, gentle nasal grunt, neither wanting to attract the man's gaze nor willing to suppress the feeling of fondness for his scent—much like Great Beauty's conflicted heart in recent days.
Why did his scent fit her so perfectly? Was it because he had consumed too much primordial pure breath? Was it due to the nature of the path he cared about? Or was he simply born this way? She dared not use her Immortal Emperor might to search the River of Time for the answer, for she had already set aside her true self's pride and forced herself to stay by the man's side; there was no need to dwell on these things anymore.
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