A Familiar Face

The moon shed down rays of faint brightness that reflected off the tree leaves and created a thin veil.

Before the crowd of trees appeared a beautiful young woman. Her features were delicate, her visage was graceful, and her figure was very alluring. Especially under the moonlight, she looked even more like the descendant of a fairy – her beauty was soul crushing and heart wrenching.

However, there was a look of fluster on her beautiful face and her steps were quick and disorderly. These traits somewhat ruined her perfect image.

Her white dress was decorated with spots of red, representing her current situation. She was most likely being pursued by killers.

"This woman…"

Watching the young woman who was dashing towards his direction in a hurry, Ling Xian frowned. Something about her felt familiar. He felt very confused because of this strange feeling since he was certain that he had never ever met this woman before in his life.