Heyi sat like a cold and striking black rose, her slim and tall figure tightly enveloped in form-fitting leather jacket and pants, radiating an aura of rebellious coolness.
She sat lazily at the far right end of the long table, her long, dark hair draped casually around her shoulders. A few strands fell across her eyes, and she occasionally raised a hand to gently comb through them with an exquisite carved bone comb, her movements casual and carefree.
Her gaze was lowered, her long, narrow eyes hidden beneath thick lashes, holding a distant, indifferent expression. No matter how hard anyone tried, they could not detect the slightest ripple in her heart.
Chapter 336