The Consort of the R

As the sun sets in the west, the evening glow paints the sky with a myriad of crimson hues.,Her eyelashes, long and delicate like butterfly wings, fluttered slightly. Her clear, glassy eyes reflected the light outside, resembling two precious gems that shimmered faintly. As she blinked, a slight mistiness veiled her gaze, obscuring the colors hidden within.,Mu Jiu pressed two fingers against the head that was too close: "How would I know, how Is it another rich family's young master"。