"Chun Emperor, is your hair dyed?"
"Once during a session of Visualization 'Riding the Clouds and Mist,' I lost my way, and when I woke up, my hair had turned all white."
"Wow, that's scary, but it's as pretty as snow, so beautiful!"
"I think so too," chuckled the Chun Emperor, lazily lifting her coffee cup.
Her sensual lips gently blew, and the steam from the coffee wafted around her.
Li Qianxia felt herself becoming entranced again, and couldn't help but envy her poise and temperament at that moment.
Those female celebrities, regardless of their background, deliberately learned manners after gaining fame to make themselves appear elegant and knowledgeable. But Chun Emperor was the epitome of elegance herself; every gesture of hers was a lesson in grace.
Compared to her, Yang Qinglan was simply natural, everything about her was pleasing and enchanting, but didn't invoke jealousy or envy, because it couldn't be learned, it was an intrinsic quality.