This was a woman of unrivaled beauty.
She wore a light purple qipao, as thin as cicada's wings, her figure was tall and graceful, her neck like snow, her white hair was coiled high, adorned with a pearl and jade hairpin, showcasing an intellectual beauty.
Though her face was cold, her brows and eyes held an innate allure, an allure that wasn't vulgar, but one that touched the soul, like a blood-red plum blossom on a snow mountain, exuding a noble splendor and a refined elegance.
Su Mu had seen many stunningly beautiful women, but the woman before him possessed a unique aura, one that was hard to describe.
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The Purple-Clothed Woman, upon seeing Su Mu, immediately curbed her wanton smile, then brought her hands together in a gesture of respect, and slightly bowed to Su Mu, saying, "Junior Shen Cha, you may call me Ah Cha, I have met Elder Su."
"Shen Cha, Brother Su and I are drinking, why are you here?"
