Chapter 311 Her Choice

• Winter’s sharpest bite had passed. You could feel the air warming, even the once-cutting wind had gentled; when it brushed your cheek, it felt more like a soft touch.
• A woman in a crimson gown, wrapped in a white fur coat, kept her moon-bright eyes on the road ahead—sweet yet cool, a little aloof.
• Even that bold red dress couldn’t drown out her quiet radiance. People stopped and stared, caught in the spell, slow to come back to themselves.