Ji Wan Yun looked at Chen Mu's eyes as if they were blazing, scanning her from head to toe. Instantly, she felt anger and indignation welling up within her.,She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.,He was dressed in such a bizarre manner. It was sweltering summer, yet he wore a thick fur coat, completely obscuring himself. Even his feet were encased in thick woolen boots...。