As evening approached and the sun dipped in the west, a fiery red sun hung in the sky, accompanied by vast spreads of crimson sunset clouds.
At this moment, with the glow of the sunset reflecting on their faces, even the whitest skin took on a tawny hue.
When Lu Chen entered the private room of the tavern where Wu Junwan was, he was slightly taken aback by the sight of Wu Junwan near the window.
Dressed in a striking red garment that hugged her figure, Wu Junwan exuded a serene yet charming aura of a mature woman.
She was stunningly beautiful, as if she were a goddess descending from the heavens, noble and graceful.
At that moment, Wu Junwan turned her head to look toward the entrance where Lu Chen stood, his face obscured by a mask. Still, from Lu Chen's attire and skin tone, one could tell the newcomer was a young man in his twenties at most.