Bab 75: Chapter 8 Mist

The airport corridor was deadly silent except for the sound of breathing.

Oh, perhaps also the thumping heartbeats of the tens of thousands present.

He Qing, along with everyone else, stared unblinkingly at the corridor entrance, knowing that someone was about to emerge.

Slowly, a figure appeared in the corridor.

His hair, dyed a golden bronze, curled slightly at the tips. Below a full, white forehead lay a pair of thick, dark eyebrows. His pupils, seemingly enhanced by colored contacts, shimmered a light gold tinged with red, casting an indescribable allure. With just a slight upturn of his eyes to scan the crowd, He Qing could distinctly hear the breathing of the women around her grow heavier.

Of course, she was no exception.

—This person seemed to carry an aura of seduction that toppled hearts with just one glance.