With a "swish," the blade’s glow reached her face, but the young girl showed no sign of panic. At the critical moment, she tilted her head slightly to the side.
A cold glimmer flashed; the veil on her face snapped into two pieces, drifting away in the wind to reveal her exquisite, striking lower face. Her red lips were vivid and perfectly shaped, and her slender chin highlighted a faint beauty mark. However, at the corner of her right mouth, a fine line of blood seeped out. The blade had grazed her right cheek after all.
Any ordinary woman, especially one with such beauty, would surely be terrified or furious after being scarred. Yet, the girl’s face remained devoid of expression, calm as a machine operating on a precise, complex program.
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