Her voice was faint, and it was also soft.
It seemed like a babbling river, clear and tinkling.
Like the gentle breeze of April in the human world, it lingered in everyone's hearts, warm as the sun, and did not disperse for a long time.
If one had to describe it with a word.
That would be—
Hearing the voice, one knows the beauty.
Moreover, it was a beauty not to be underestimated.
Listening closely, one would discover that the voice was full of mockery, and even contained a faint trace of disdain.
Though the voice was faint, it was imbued with an intimidating force that penetrated everyone's ears.
Chu Xiaobai?
Family rules.
What did these have in common?
Zhang Linzi's eyes brimmed with intense revulsion; he had never felt any fondness for Chu Jin, a person who defied the world, and now witnessing her act esoterically, his disgust for her reached its peak.