novelraw Chapter 446 - 181 Peerless Beauty_2
Chapter 446 - 181 Peerless Beauty_2
For some reason, her gaze instantly found him.
A round-faced little girl stood beside the man. He lowered his head, instructing the girl about something. Surprise flickered in her eyes briefly, but she soon broke into a sweet smile.
She thought the girl looked familiar, as if she’d seen her somewhere before. Yet, whenever she tried to delve deeper into her memory, it felt like something obstructed her, keeping her from remembering.
She followed the man. He seemed to be a big star, with awe and respect trailing in his wake wherever he went.
Someone called his name—perhaps a friend—a strikingly beautiful woman glowing with radiance.
Yet she couldn’t hear anything. Though she could see everything, her hearing seemed "blocked" by some mysterious force, shutting her off from all sound in the scene.
Switching angles, she wanted to get a closer look at the man’s face. But it was futile—his face remained shrouded in a thin mist, showing only its vague outline while obscuring his features.
The man greeted briefly, his tone cool and distant, then stepped away.
She noticed that after he left, the beauty’s eyes betrayed a hint of discomfort, though she quickly regained composure, smiling as she gazed at his departing figure with an unwavering determination.
It was curious—she could clearly make out everyone else’s face present at the scene, except for his, which stayed maddeningly elusive no matter how hard she tried.
The humiliated woman fled in disarray, while the man carefully followed her footsteps.
Backstage, the woman was doused with cold water.
She saw the man who witnessed it firsthand clenching his fists tightly at his sides, his fury palpable.
Without hesitation, he took off his jacket and strode forward, draping it over the woman’s shoulders.
Before the woman could turn around, he turned and left.
The round-faced girl led the soaked woman onto a motorhome. From afar, she noticed the man standing alone under a tree, forlorn and isolated as he stared in the vehicle’s direction. His fingertips toyed with a cigarette that he never lit.
The woman descended from the motorhome, now donning clean, warm clothing that shielded her against the icy snow. Color had returned to her previously pale and fragile face.
The little girl chased after her, handing her a bunny plush toy.
She couldn’t hear what the two were saying.
The woman caressed the bunny plush with affection readily apparent in her eyes, but ultimately handed it back.
Then she turned away, withdrawing from that fleeting warmth, stepping once more into the cold darkness to face the fate that awaited her.
The man approached, took the plush toy from the young girl’s hands, and treated it with a reverence befitting a priceless treasure.
His graceful fingers lightly squeezed the toy’s belly.
She noticed that on his long, elegant left middle finger, a silver band glowed faintly in the night.
Suddenly, a voice reverberated across the world.
"No sadness allowed."
That voice seemed to come from the distant skies, piercing through the silent, near-mime-like world, crashing loud and clear into her ears like thunder.
The heavens swirled as dark clouds loomed overhead, heralding the storm’s approach.
The rooftop wind howled wildly, whipping the woman’s long hair into an unruly dance.
The man pulled her into his arms, and in that moment, the ferocious wind seemed to soften, becoming gentler.
"Life is bitter, but sometimes it just needs a little sweetness."
The woman opened her palm, and the man placed something into it.
She noticed again the silver band gleaming brightly on his left middle finger.
[Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the refinement transformation. The system is now assessing all physical parameters...]
Shen You’an opened his eyes in the darkness. His pitch-black pupils appeared darker, sharper, deeper than ever.
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Outside the window, sunlight poured generously, and birds chirped noisily atop the branches, adding a touch of vitality to the morning.
A sliver of morning light pierced the glass, landing on the mirror.
Yet the radiant beam paled in comparison to the glow emanating from the girl reflected therein.
The small, cramped bathroom seemed brightened by her presence alone.
Shen You’an picked up the glasses on the table, preparing to wear them when the system spoke.
[An’an, your beauty has now surpassed the effectiveness of Level 1 Hallucinogenic Potion. I recommend Level III Hallucinogenic Potion—it’s only 3,000 points.]
The girl in the mirror frowned slightly, and in that instant, gloom and sorrow entwined like stormy clouds, captivatingly alluring.
[Three thousand points? Are you kidding me?]
Level 1 Hallucinogenic Potion costs thirty points, and now Level III leaps to three thousand? That’s borderline robbery.
[It’s because your refined beauty has undergone a qualitative transformation. Even Level II Hallucinogenic Potion can’t suppress it anymore. If you don’t want to be mobbed when you go out, then pretend I didn’t say anything.]
Shen You’an imagined the scene, and her brow furrowed even deeper.