Miss Alice

At today's banquet, Elder Shen was certain that a large number of people had come to inquire about the whereabouts of the miracle doctor.

"Elder Shen!"

An elder stood up. Sitting beside him was a girl who looked like a doll. Her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent. She sat quietly on the chair, weak and sick. A pair of dark green eyes told him that her bloodline was not pure Chinese. Her long chestnut-brown curly hair draped over her shoulders. She was beautiful, but she looked like a doll that had lost its soul.

She seemed a little empty.

"Alice, can you go out for a while? Dirk is waiting for you outside. Stay with him."

The girl's eyes almost occupied half of her face. When she stared at them, it was a little scary.

She nodded slowly, stood up, picked up the ornate hem of her dress, and bowed slightly to everyone present. Then, she walked out quietly with light steps.

She was so obedient that it made one's heart ache.