Sophia Morton saw Nell Harris sitting beside Dylan Young from several tables away. She was wearing a red skirt, her hair loosely tied in a bun at the back with a white jade hairpin securing it. Two locks of black hair naturally fell at her temples, and she wore a white jade bracelet on her wrist, seemingly made from the same piece of jade as the hairpin. The quality of the white jade was undoubtedly excellent, but when compared to her skin, it seemed inferior. Her two exposed arms were fair and delicate, more beautiful than the jade.
Besides this, she wore no other jewelry, yet she remained the most dazzling one in the crowd. Among so many women, Sophia Morton noticed her at first glance.
Dylan Young leaned closer to her, whispering something. She smiled softly, as if flowers bloomed, and the look in Dylan Young's eyes as he gazed at her was so tender it seemed like it could drip water.
