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The door was pushed open, and at first, a long shadow was cast inside, followed by the entrancing, tall silhouette of a figure standing against the sunlight like a graceful jade tree swaying in the breeze.
Only when the dappled sunlight could no longer reach inside did the three women make out the newcomer's appearance.
He appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with features as if painted, and skin translucent. The streaks of white at his temples did not diminish his good looks; instead, they added a touch of elegance and vicissitudes beyond his years.
This was a person whose mere presence would captivate anyone's gaze.
Yu Yourong said, "You finally made it."
As she turned to introduce Shi Xiaole to the other two women, she noticed they were both stiffly frozen, their expressions locked and muscles on their faces as if set in stone, as though they had been struck by lightning.
Shi Xiaole was also taken aback for a moment.
How could it be them?