What a demonstration of weakness.
Putting down the dossier in her hands, she was dressed in a black silk gown, her eyes fixated intensely on the man in front of her.
She had intended to say something, but when she finally stood in front of the man, everything she had wanted to say disappeared completely from her mind.
Instead, her mind went utterly blank. While this situation might be normal for other young women, it was astonishing for her to experience such a profound sense of disorientation.
Her voluptuous figure stood quietly, hands crossed in front of her, eyes filled with myriad perplexities stared at the man, her lips stained with light rouge parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of small teeth.
Even her breathing had become exceedingly calm at this moment.
Yuchi observed the woman from before, knowing he could indeed do something now; however, the time was not ripe yet, not to mention it was the middle of the day.
He handed her a cup of tea.
